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THE LAST FIVE MINUTES

Couldn't we get a taxi now?

For heaven's sake! We spent a fortune on taxis already.

We don't have Christian Dior's assets!

Let's rest a moment, I can't take anymore.

I'm dead tired. Why don't we postpone til tomorrow?

Tomorrow! We're there now, come on.

Are you sure it's here? Isn't this in the Vatican's palace?

What do you want me to say? It's the address.

Let's go see.

Ah, there's the elevator!

Walking Rome from end to end!

One apartment is too big, the other is too small...

One has too much light, but the other is too dark.

Will you send back the elevator?

We can't, it's being repaired.

We can't, it's being repaired. Hold on.

Hold on tight. - One moment. Let's go.

But, excuse me... - If it's broken, it's broken, no?

Nothing we can do. We have to walk up. - Fifth floor, that's all we need!

We'll make it without oxygen? - Will you stop complaining? Walk.

That's it, it's here. We arrived.

I'm dead. Dead! - Take courage!

See, there's someone from the Vatican?

Don't be ridiculous!

Isabella! What a magnificent hall!

There's also a fireplace.

And the terrace. This is just what I wanted, you know?

Thank God.

It's lovely, you see the whole city.

Who knows how cold in winter? - Cold? There's the radiator.

If it works like the elevator...

What a treat! - With all these bells!

Look, the terrace runs all around the apartment.

Let's see over there.

Look, the hall is beautiful, the rooms are OK but the bathroom is a disgrace.

It's old-fashioned, but just change the tub.

No way! Bathtub, tile, faucets, and then all those pipes on the walls.

We should knock down a wall and join the bathroom to the next room.

Are you crazy? It'd cost you a fortune. And you'd waste a room.

Yeah, true. I was just saying...

What's over there? - I don't know. Kitchen, bathrooms. - Let's see. - Let's.

The terrace is a dream! Imagine the joy dining there al fresco in the evening!

90,000 a month, an expensive dinner!

It's no use, if we want a nice flat we must resign ourselves to pay it.

In the summer we can also soak up the sun. - Yes, but 90,000!

Negotiable! So said the agency. 90,000 a month, negotiable.

Let's see the rooms. There should be 5 plus facilities. This is one. Come.

Let's start from there.

But you think that a poor maid can sleep in a hole like that?

Anyone here? - Anyone here?

I think it's large enough for a maid. There's also a window.

What? That's a prison cell. You should knock down a wall. - Another one?

Don't know, move the walls, join the rooms...

Building on the terrace. - You can't. - Says who? - It's illegal.

I tell you that you can. - You can't.

It's everything we're looking for. We'll put the lab in those two rooms.

It'll be comfortable for eight workers.

From the room at the end we'll get an office and the fabrics storage.

And in the next one, the fitting room. - And here?

Ah, here... Well, this one we can use it as a representation room, exhibition hall.

We can put some armchairs, some mirrors...

And in the middle, a magnificent antique table.

So the ladies will be able to choose fabrics and sketches.

It's like I say, just knock down a wall. - OK, knock down everything.

What are you doing? - See, there was someone?

See? There's other people.

Hopefully they haven't agreed yet.

We must quickly call the owner and tell him that we decided to take it at once.

Who knows if the phone works?

Hold it.

It works. Do you have the number? - It's in the newspaper.

But first we must discuss the price. - No, after. What's the number? - 32624.

Hold the phone, please.

Hello? Hello, is Mr. Cesani there?

What? Ah, he's in the bathroom...

No, don't bother him.

Then please tell him that I saw the apartment and that I'm willing to rent it.

Yes, I'll speak with him later.

Jot down my name, please.

Miss Adorni.

No! No, D as in... "Dominic".

No! D... "Dromedary"... "Dome". There you go! That's right.

Very kind, thanks. You'll remember, eh? Yes, good morning.

That's it. You see, Isabella? This way we're safe.

See, no more need to knock down walls. - What are you saying? One moment, Miss.

Sorry.

As I understand, you phoned to secure this apartment?

Yes, indeed. - Let me inform you that I have precedence.

Why, you've already signed the contract?

No, I haven't signed yet, but I had the intention to.

Then I'm sorry, intentions don't count. - Don't count.

No, excuse me. Why doesn't it count?

I... We've come before you.

Actually, the flat doesn't interest me. Too many walls. - But it interests me!

This means nothing.

Nothing? Miss, I'd already decided to rent the apartment.

You come, call, settle, without even the respect to ask first.

Ask what and to whom?

There's an apartment to let, I like it, I secure it. I don't have to ask anyone.

That's what you say, I came first. - Truly, I'd impression someone was here.

"Anyone there?" - What anyone? It was us! So, the apartment belongs to me.

Not a chance!

Look, the apartment belongs to who first secures it.

And I've secured it before you.

Not at all. You can't secure it until I decide.

This is really nice!

So, if you stare at a thing in a shop window, no one has the right to buy it?

Is that so?

The comparison doesn't fit. - No. - If I'm looking at a thing in a shop,

you can't snatch it from my hands. - How could she? You don't have it.

Well, all this talk is useless. Now the apartment is mine.

So, too bad for you if you didn't call first.

A... A... - A phone call? - A call doesn't count! - He means a phone call.

That's what we'll see. - That's right, we'll see!

You have the number? - Which one? - The owner's. - Calm down, I have it.

I'll give it to you, 3262...

Forget it, you really like this house with all these walls?

Not at all, but I won't give in to that one. - Here it is.

"32624". - Hold it.

"32624". - Hold it! - I understood "Read it."

Hold...

...this - 32... - 624.

Don't insist, it's too expensive. Let him have it.

Him? - Yes. - Are you crazy?

That one?

Not even if he begs on his knees.

Hello? Mr. Cesani, please.

I know he's in the bathroom. Excuse me, who are you?

Ah, the missus? How lucky, ma'am.

A young lady just called... - "Dominic".

No, "Dromedary". - A young lady, to reserve the apartment.

Well, understand that I came here first, as the janitor can testify, therefore,

I'll take it myself. That's it. Write it down, Commendator Reani.

R as "Rome." - "Rome."

E as in "Genova". No, it comes after G. - "Empoli". - Yes. - A...

N as "Napoli", I as... - "Iphigenia".

"Imola", that's it. Did you write it correctly?

Tell your husband that I'm willing to pay six months, a year in advance, whatever.

Have him call me just out of the bathroom. Thank you very much. So there.

Now we'll see which of us is right.

There's little to see, Commendatore! I'm not budging even with the police.

And you won't impress me with your money.

I too can pay a year in advance, for your information.

I don't doubt. Take note of the most urgent tasks for the engineer. - Yes.

Let's start here. Plastering the walls in cementite. - Yes.

Paint the windows, change tiles on the terrace.

This wall, down! - The floor remains? - I don't know.

Change this... What's this? The door, what's it called? - The door. - The door.

So you're sure you'll take the flat? - Absolutely!

And I'll execute work immediately. Write. Remove the stucco from the ceiling.

If you dare touch anything, I'll sue you for damages. - Sue, sue.

Sue, sue. - Sue, sue. - Sue, sue.

Move and expand the elements of the radiator.

By Jove! - Bossy! Go home, get my stuff and bring it here.

What stuff? - All.

Clothing, bedding. Put everything in a suitcase and bring it here. - But...

No buts. Do what I tell you.

And hurry up. Get a taxi. - By this you think to create a right?

I don't need create it. I already have the right.

Take my advice, spare your maid a useless trip.

Maid? But how dare you?

The lady is a Duchess.

I'm sorry, I'd never imagine. Then it's useless to inconvenience the Duchess.

I don't know what you hope to achieve by bringing your bags.

It's simple: I take possession of the apartment.

If you don't know, possession is 90% of the right, maybe even more.

Don't stand there, hurry. - Must I go? - Of course! - With all those stairs!

Go to the hotel. - With the Duchess? - No, my hotel. And bring my stuff. - You too?

Me too. Bring everything you find. - Alright.

Take my car, hurry up. - OK.

After you.

You've come late again. - Maybe.

But we'll see whose suitcases come first.

My own, certainly. I'm nearby.

But I'm nearby too and my car is faster than the taxi.

Taxi, taxi.

Leave it sir, I'll see to it. - What manners! - Leave it.

32624.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

Want me to hold it?

That's not necessary.

Hello? Mr. Cesani, please.

He's still in the bathroom? How come? It's not possible!

Are you sure he's not out? Go and see.

I phoned earlier, I'm Miss Adorni.

Well, when he's out of the bathroom, have him call me here, please.

Please, don't forget.

It's very urgent.

OK, thank you.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Miss, why are you so angry?

Angry? Me?

You won't even let me light a cigarette. I'm sorry you're so upset.

I'll be forced to feel remorse.

For me? - Yes. When I'll be comfortably seated on the terrace watching the sunset,

the remorse of having given you sorrow will lessen my happiness.

If I were you I wouldn't worry about it.

Because I will be sitting on the terrace watching the sunset.

And I assure you that you won't even cross my mind!

Four, four and fifty. - What?

I measured the wall before: 4.50.

That one is shorter, scarce four meters.

Damn her!

I have to walk the stairs. It all happens to me!

It all happens to me! Cursed be the apartment!

Why did you bring me back? - Me? - You pressed the button. - That's not true.

Why did you bring me down? - No, look, this lift is half crazy.

At the floor, you gotta open the doors, or it'll come down immediately.

May I? Thanks. - Come on! Come on!

Take it easy, take it easy. - Thanks.

You stopped the lift! - No, I didn't!

Doorman! - Doorman!

One moment, please be patient!

The Duchess wants to know what happened.

It broke down again.

Now I'm gonna call for the technician. There's no power. - What about us?

You stay here, quiet, I'll phone and I'll be right back.

Calm down, Duchess, I'll take care of it.

Please, you first. - You. - No, you. - You. - You first.

No, you go! - Don't push, Duchess.

Come on, hurry up, hurry up. - I'm hurrying, but I'm not Tarzan!

Come on! - Don't be afraid.

Please, will you hurry up please! - Take it easy!

Miss Eleanor?

Your name is Eleanor? - No, why?

It's someone looking for Eleanor. Look, you're mistaken.

Who am I? The new tenant.

Don't take advantage! - Excuse me.

Damn! That's an elevator?

Never seen a wreck like this!

Go on. - Yes. - Go on, hurry up, you snail, walk!

He had to take a flat on the fourth, fifth floor.

What? He's still in the bathroom?

Did he put himself in a bain-Marie?

Ah, here are my suitcases.

Finally! Dear Filippo, but, why did it take so long?

Yes, so long, so long.

That's your gratitude for my hurrying.

There are others. - Did you see, Miss? - Where? - Leave them here.

But that's my suitcase. - Yours? - And that too is mine.

What did you do? - There was an elevator failure.

And the Duchess was loaded with suitcases.

Oh, poor Isabella! - Oh my God!

I'm exhausted. - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Sit down a bit. There, good. No, not on that! Come here, on mine.

Here, that's it. Oh, you even brought the canary!

What's that?

I don't know, it must be the gentleman's. Maybe a radio.

This is your stuff. - And this is yours.

There was some of confusion, sorry. That's yours.

And this is mine, I'll take it. Excuse me, Duchess and thank you.

Thank you very much.

They're awaiting you at the hotel. - To hell with them. - You invited them!

Make my excuses, start lunch without me.

Go, and send back my car.

What will I tell them now? They came from Copenhagen for you!

What a nice car! He must be very rich. - He has all the haughtiness of his money.

Even the music now!

Look, Renata, with so many apartments...

I know, you've said that, but I'm set on this and I won't give up, OK?

And when you're set...

Where you going? - Home. It's no use staying here. It's 1:00 and I'm hungry.

How about you? - You think of eating at such a time?

See you later, when the apartment will be ours.

Then goodbye and good luck.

Duchess.

She's a bit down, the Duchess.

Don't bother with that stupid sarcasm.

She's fallen. A great family that's decayed.

It shows! - Looks doesn't count.

She's a smart woman and has exquisite taste.

From how she dresses, you wouldn't say so.

For your information, the most elegant ladies go to her.

Really? What is she? A palmist?

No! She's a seamstress and one of the best.

Is it odd that a Duchess is a seamstress?

Oh, no, not at all. It's a habit that's spreading.

The aristocracy competes with the proletariat.

And are you a Duchess too?

No. I'm just a working woman.

Better so. If you don't mind my asking, are you a seamstress too?

I help my friend, we are in partnership.

And you want this apartment as a dressmaker's shop?

Yes, in fact.

And if I may, you would use it as a home?

Yes, a home.

You have a large family? - Me?

No, I'm alone.

Alone!? - Yes, alone.

And for you alone you claim to occupy an apartment so large?

It's barely enough. - Barely enough?

5 bedrooms, a huge living room, 2 bathrooms! - Calm down.

Don't you think of the poor families of 7 or 9 people living in 3 rooms?

What's that got to do with it? No demagoguery. Let's talk about us.

Indeed, coming to us: Is it right

that this flat should be wasted for just one person, a man alone with no family?

So it should be wasted for a Duchess and a lady having fun playing seamstresses?

No, dear sir, you're mistaken! We don't have fun, we work.

Because we like it and we work to live.

Don't talk nonsense, nobody likes to work.

May we come in?

Excuse me, is this the apartment for rent?

Yes, but it's already rented.

You rented it yourselves? - Yes, we did.

You see? I told you we would be arriving late.

What a shame! Look at that beautiful terrace. Just what we needed!

We wanted a house with a level terrace.

It's ideal for kids. They can play, take air in the terrace instead of going out.

You have many kids?

Us? No, no one. We aren't yet married.

And you already worry? - Better be provident.

We'd like to have many.

Hopefully they'll come. - Hopefully.

The trouble is that until we find a home, we can't get married.

And... do you have any?

What? - Children.

No, we don't.

Then, for you too, hopefully they'll come.

Hopefully.

Sorry for the bother, goodbye. - Bye and best wishes. - Thanks.

Sorry, I said no children. As for me, that's correct, I don't know if you...

How dare you? I'm unmarried.

Still?

What do you mean? - I meant to say...

One thing does not exclude... the other.

Look, Miss, I would propose a truce.

What truce? - A food truce.

Why don't we go eat? - No, I'm not moving from here.

Let's have lunch together, so we can watch each other.

You go, nobody's preventing you. But I'm staying here.

Oh, no, if you don't move, I don't move either.

Yes, wine, mineral water.

Miss, do you prefer prosciutto cooked or raw?

Neither cooked nor raw.

Then a bit of both.

I trust you. Even the dessert of course.

It's all for two people. You wrote the address?

Hurry, please.

Here is the dining table. It's not elegant, but, with a little imagination!

It's all that I found, but it'll do.

One moment! We're missing something: flowers on the table.

It's dried up, poor thing.

The last tenants went away and forgot all about her.

You must use your imagination to see the bright leaves, many colored flowers.

A fine ornament, don't you think?

Now, Miss... I'd like to propose another truce.

To forget our rivalry for a moment. We can restart it later.

You look like you're dying to smoke and surely, accepting a cigarette from me

will not void the rights of anybody.

Oh, nice, a smile! I didn't think you were capable of it.

Then the truce is accepted? - Accepted.

See? We can sit too. - Yes. Let's sit.

After you. - Thank you.

We can also converse. - Let's converse.

OK, what shall we talk about? I know nothing of you, you of me.

Can I ask some questions?

Yes, if they are discrete. - Yes.

You have no family?

Of course, I have. Father, mother and two sisters.

And aren't they worried when you don't come home?

I don't live with them. I live on my own.

Not on good terms? - No. I'd say the worse.

And why? - Well, you can imagine.

I left home to be independent and work.

These things families will not accept.

They say my friend is crazy and that I'm crazier than her.

Maybe they're not completely wrong.

Maybe you're right. But what else could I do?

Spend the rest of my life waiting?

Oh, great!

Come here.

Chicken, dessert, wine, water. All, very fine.

Shall I serve? - No, we'll do it.

Come back in an hour and take it. - Yes. Good day, Sir. - Good day.

Want any?

No, thanks, I have no appetite.

I get sad when I eat alone. At least keep me company.

If you like.

You really don't want any? - No, thank you.

Then you're happy to have got your liberty?

Happy? I wouldn't know.

You desire freedom much when you don't have it.

But once you do, you don't know what to do with it.

What? You're an independent woman who can do what she wants.

You can also...

To go with the first one who comes along? - No, no, I didn't mean that.

You can speak frankly.

Such is what meant normally by freedom for a woman.

I haven't done that yet, but not because...

Maybe, if I had the chance...

Give me something to drink, please. I'm really thirsty.

Please. - Thanks.

Thanks.

Try a little prosciutto. It's really exquisite.

Well, a tiny slice. Just to try it.

Well done. That makes me happy.

No, that's it. Thanks.

We were just saying about you... - Oh, enough about me.

I'm not an interesting topic.

But I find it very interesting.

You have a way of thinking, of saying things...

Do I already talk like an old maid?

No, like a woman who has no more illusions.

Excuse me, how old are you?

Many years. Too many.

One never asks a woman her age.

A little chicken?

Yes, definitely. - You like it. - Very much.

Thanks.

Look, I would like...

An idea just came to me.

Uh? What?

It's not easy to say at all.

But you're a spirited woman, true? - I don't know, it depends.

Instead of arguing for this apartment ...

why don't we take it together?

Rent the apartment together? And why?

Want to partner with our shop?

No, no, not the shop. I propose an agreement between us: just you and me.

Sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand you.

If I'm not mistaken, you want to take this flat with me? For what purpose?

You understand?

Yes.

I understood very well.

I understood perfectly.

You said that if you had the chance...

It could be you? - And why not?

Are you offended?

No, why should I be? It's my fault. I shouldn't have said what I said.

But don't imagine... - Look, I was mistaken. Sorry.

I withdraw my proposal and I beg you to forget it.

I already did. - No harboring bitterness?

Not at all. - Peace?

Peace.

You, certainly, think I'm an idiot? - No, why?

Well...

Because I seem a courageous woman without prejudices

who sees life in a modern way. Far from all conventions.

But instead... - Instead?

Nothing. I was thinking over your proposal.

It's not to be despised. You're a rich man.

You're probably generous.

Just think, I could live in a nice house as mistress not as a working woman.

My friend could work my toilette which would be paid for by you. - Certainly.

Toilette, jewelry, furs! It'd be nonsense to give that up, right?

Maybe one day I'll regret I refused.

Indeed, I will regret it.

This is fate: make mistakes and repent forever.

And by keep making mistakes, I'll have to go back home one day

and finish up like Aunt Angelina. You don't know my Aunt Angelina?

No. - To see her it's so funny!

She's 50 and dresses just like a girl.

She bleaches her hair and with lipstick makes heart shaped lips

and reads romances all day.

She too had a proposal like yours when young.

But she refused and spent her whole life repenting it.

Poor Aunt Angelina!

That's an old song. It's from my aunt's time.

You know I'm almost tempted to consider your proposal?

Which one? - The one from earlier.

I'm sorry, Miss, it's too late. I retract it. - What?

You changed your mind? - Yes.

That's nice.

A few minutes ago, with few compliments, you proposed that I should be your lover.

And now... - Please, forget about it.

Do you repent asking it? - Yes, I repent it.

Why? - You see, Miss, I follow my instincts.

I'll follow the first idea that comes to me without any reasoning.

It's like a mysterious voice inside telling me what I should do.

For example, on a train, there were two people talking about the sale of a mill.

Suddenly, I heard the mysterious voice

that told me to buy it even though I didn't know what a mill was.

I bought it and it was the best deal of my life.

I don't understand, what does this have to do what we were discussing?

The point I was about to explain.

I have a lot of confidence in that voice. It always gave me good advice.

Now while you were talking, the mysterious voice said, "Marry her".

So, I'll make another proposal.

Will you marry me?

Marry you?

What is running through your head?

Marry me, be my wife.

Are you joking?

You think I'd joke on such a subject?

I give my word of honor, I speak with the utmost seriousness. - But...

You're making fun of me?

You really... have the intention to marry me?

Yes.

But... how is that possible? You barely know me.

In fact, you don't know me at all.

How could such an idea come?

I don't know myself. It just came.

I told you: the mysterious voice.

What do you say?

If we agree, I'll publish it and in two weeks we'll be married.

No, no! One moment! It's too fast! My head is spinning!

Calm down and let me think. - Think of what?

Excuse me, Miss, I don't understand you. You were ready to be my lover.

Now that I propose marriage, you hesitate and don't know what to say.

Of course I don't know what to say! This is quite a different thing.

That was a business deal, like many others, like the one with the mill.

You were buying and I was letting myself be bought.

But marriage...

Marriage is for life. - And this scares you?

No, I'm not scared but... to marry you need to be in love.

To be smitten... but I can't be in love with you.

I'm not in love either, but that's not important. Love will come later.

And if it doesn't?

Don't be a pessimist, it'll come. OK, if it doesn't, we'll do with less.

Marriages without love seem to be happiest. You accept?

What is it? Any other impediment? - No... no, none.

But it's better to anticipate all for the best peace. Don't you think?

Alright, let's anticipate. Go on.

Go on. - Well... suppose that I...

Suppose that I... - Go on, take heart. That you...?

Well, if one day I fall in love with another...

Another? Nice! We're complicating things. What does another have to do with it?

Ah, I don't know. Maybe such a one doesn't exist.

But it could happen that I could meet him.

One moment, excuse me. Be clear, I don't understand.

Listen... maybe it will seem foolish or some idiotic romanticism what I'm saying

but know that women, all women, dream of love.

A true grand love.

You can say... they only live for that.

It's the most beautiful page of their lives.

Even I dreamed, waited though I haven't had it yet.

Maybe I'll never have it.

Then if... if I decide to marry you, then I...

I get it.

You would like to live your page of love.

Perfectly. Excuse me if I were sincere.

No, no, you did well.

And couldn't we write this page together?

Ah, I couldn't ask for better.

But if instead it happens that I should write with another?

Another? You have some fine demands! Marry me and fall in love with another!

It's you who has some fine demands with your idea.

You propose marriage to me like it were a contract for a company,

And I should accept without knowing the conditions?

Even in companies, they anticipate the admission of new members, right?

We're in trouble now! Here we risk getting up a firm!

Look, I'd like to make a proposal. - Another one?

Eh! Of course, seeing that there's another.

I didn't say that there was. I said that there could be.

Worse. If it were true, it could easily be resolved: you could choose him or me.

But it's the "could be" which complicates everything, understand?

Well, all business has a certain margin for the unforeseen, as you know.

I'll say! I don't even know whom I'll be sharing the profits with!

Trust me, this time your voice was mistaken.

No, my voice is never wrong.

I propose a solution frank, honest: We'll marry all the same.

If you meet this ominous "other", what can I say? Just warn me, and we'll separate.

Just like that? Simply? Without any tragedy?

No tragedy, but warn me before, not after. - Of course!

Do we agree on this point? - Perfectly.

Any more objections? - No, none.

Then we can decide. - Let's decide.

I renew my question. Will you be my wife? - If you really want me to...

Great. I'm happy.

Thanks.

Excuse me, I forgot to ask: what's your name?

Renata. And you?

Carlo.

Damn that phone!

Coming. Coming!

Hello?

Yes, Reani residence.

Who is this?

No, Ma'am, no. They're still on vacation.

I don't think they'll be back before the end of the month.

No, right now they're on the lakes.

Yes, to attend the speedboat races.

Carlo?

It's an outboard. - By Jove, I didn't know you were such an expert.

They explained a lot to me these days.

You still can't tell the sound of an outboard from a speedboat?

No, I can't stand either one.

Dago! Have you raced yet?

No, not yet.

I managed to delay the start. I wanted you to be there too.

Thank you, I'd be sorry not to be there.

Carlo, excuse me. You don't know Count Dagoberto Monterani. My husband.

So lucky. - The lady is my mascot.

She's always brought me luck. - Nice.

Can I get you something? - No, thanks. When I race, I don't drink.

Carlo doesn't understand. Dago has already won three heats,

qualifying for his category. If he wins today, he'll be first.

Ah, well done. Nice. - Thanks.

But... but today it'll be a hard race.

And I'll need all your help! - My help?

Oh, do you really think my presence can influence the competition? - Why not?

Yesterday, for example...

On the last lap, I was overtaken. Nothing to do. It was lost.

Suddenly, I felt a new energy and all, even the motor did more!

Because I arrived. Then it's true.

Exactly.

I couldn't know it, couldn't see her...

and yet I won!

Well done! For your magic powers, and congratulations both of you.

Aren't you coming?

No, my presence isn't necessary. I have no influence on motors!

Carlo is always joking. Well, later. - Later. - Bye.

See you later! - Later.

Thanks.

He's fantastic!

It's Dago, he's ahead!

Congratulations.

To your victory. - Thanks.

Thanks.

What a great race today! Too bad there aren't any tomorrow.

I'm so sorry. I don't know how we'll spend the day!

Dago wants to profit by his day off and take us for a lake tour with his "Mirella".

Great idea. Who is Mirella?

Don't you know? - No.

Mirella is his speedboat.

Nice. What time can we manage the trip?

Well, we can start at noon and go have a drink at San Quintino. - Great!

It'll be a wonderful trip! - Wonderful!

So nice, right?

Wonderful! Very nice!

Where are we? - Oh, I don't know, I lost my bearings.

What a thrill to ride this speed! I've never tried it!

We're going barely 70. The Mirella can reach 90!

Wowee! - Want to try?

Oh, no, not now. Let us at least catch our breath.

Let us stop a moment, Dago! - How the motor burns!

The motor is burning!

Nothing to worry about! Now we'll cool down the motor!

Magnificent! We're right in the middle of the lake, eh?

Yes! Too bad for the haze. - Oh, that doesn't matter.

I'm happy all the same!

If you knew how much joy this trip has given me!

I'm truly grateful!

It's I who should thank you, Ma'am, for giving me the opportunity

to make you spend a pleasant hour.

Now go slowly, please. We'll coast along the entire shoreline.

I want to see the scenery. - As you wish, Ma'am!

Well, what is it? Won't it start? - No.

No, don't worry! It'll start. I don't understand what happened.

It was running so well.

Does it need gas?

No, how can it need gas? I filled it myself before leaving.

Let's see what the matter is.

Be careful, you can drain the battery, you know.

Yeah... yeah, I know I can drain the battery!

But what can be done?

What happens if you drain it? - Nothing, Ma'am, nothing at all!

It'll start anyway, don't worry.

It must be... must be a clogged carburetor.

The gas doesn't flow. - Then what do we do?

No worries! Disassemble it, clean it and it'll start.

It's just a matter of... of two minutes.

Two minutes?

Two minutes.

Damn it!

Can't it be dirty spark plugs?

But no! It's not possible! I changed them yesterday!

Be patient for a few minutes, Ma'am! - You said that earlier.

But I do what I can, dear Ma'am! Don't think I'm enjoying this!

Nothing! It's not starting! - What's to be done, Carlo?

What do you want, dear? I don't understand motors. Ask him.

Nothing! Nothing doing! I tried everything.

But is there no way to ask for help? - Yes, yes, there's the siren.

Nice! What are you waiting for? Why don't you sound it? - Sound it!

I can't! It works with electricity and the battery is drained!

Why didn't you sound it before the battery drained then?

But who could imagine that this damn motor...

It's always gone like clockwork.

It's no use fighting with a motor which isn't to blame!

Before you leave, you must check that all is working. Am I not right?

It's an unfortunate situation, but you'll see that all will end well.

Mr. Dagoberto will find a way to take us back to shore.

Remember you're his mascot. You can bring him luck even tonight.

How funny you are! This isn't the time.

And if you'd try screaming? You told me you have a fine voice, no?

Sing, sing! - But it's useless, Ma'am, they couldn't hear us.

Let's hope some boat passes by. - Nice! Hope!

Have hope, dear. Face this adventure with a happy spirit. The night will pass.

Carlo, I can't take anymore! I'm hungry, cold, tired and scared!

I won't spend the night like this!

I prefer to throw myself in!

I don't recommend, dear it would be a bad solution.

Instead, why don't we try running the motor?

Run the motor? Were you asleep?

Didn't you see that I took it apart and couldn't find the problem? - Try again.

Ah, no! Enough! It's useless! My arms are dead. I'm done! - May I try?

Fine! You try! You try! Let's see what you can do! Help yourself!

Be my guest! Take the seat! - We'll try. May I, dear?

It runs! - What did you do?

Nothing, I pressed a button!

Oh, dear! How nice! You're great!

I don't get it. Allow me... - Oh, no! You stay away from the motor!

If my husband wasn't here, who knows how we would've wound up!

Hello? Yes, Reani residence. Ah, good day, Ma'am.

No, they are on a trip.

Yes. They came back, but left again.

I don't know. They didn't tell me anything.

Currently, they're in Paris.

"To be or not to be..."

To die...

to sleep.

To sleep...

Want a candy? - No, thank you, not a thing.

Stop making so much noise!

One more time, please.

Thank you.

"To be or not to be..."

To die...

To die... - To sleep... - To sleep... - To sleep... - To sleep...

To die...

Once again, please.

Thank you. Thank you, Ma'am.

"To be, or not to be..."

Hello? Yes, Reani residence. Yes, they're in Rome. They've been back for a month.

The lady? I don't know if she's home. I'll go see. - I'm not in for anybody.

The lady already went out. I'll let her know. My respect.

Any orders, Ma'am? - No, you may go.

Hello? Isabella? Ah, it's you! Good.

Look, I need a big favor. Call me soon and say you urgently need to see me.

Invent something. I've guests here, whom I don't know how get rid of.

Call to say I must be with you at 5 sharp.

No, it'll take an important reason. I don't know...

That you're in a jam, you're sick and need me to bring you to a doctor.

Yes, yes. See, I have a date at 5.

I can't explain now. Yes, I'll explain in person.

Call me soon and remember. Don't make a mistake.

At 5 I must be absolutely with you.

Thanks, dear.

What melody!

Such to drive one mad!

How beautiful!

Stupendous! Magnificent! What power of expression!

What visual vivacity! Maestro, you were great! Great!

Well done. Very well done!

I'm moved, shocked! I'm all a tremble, a chill!

Maestro, with that suite you surpassed yourself!

You can't go beyond it! You can't go beyond it!

We're very grateful to you, Maestro, for letting us hear your new composition.

New? No, you can't call it new. I've been working for 8 years on it.

I took it up and abandoned it many times. It cost me much suffering!

Naturally! How I understand! The gestation of an art work always costs suffering!

He suffers! He suffers! Suffers when he plays! Suffers when he creates!

Naturally, we too. We've all suffered, right?

Never like me! Never like me!

Say something you too!

You're there silent as a dork! - Why? I couldn't wait for him to end.

Maestro, what is the title of this beautiful composition?

"Anguish in a Pitchblende Mine."

Mama Mia!

I would have sworn it! You can hear it. True you can hear it?

Indeed, I thought I heard the borers... - But no! What borers? No.

Picks, sweat! Flesh battered by fatigue. - Picks...

Torment...

Breathlessness... Desperation!

You hear it with tragic evidence! True? - And how! Men pushing carts...

No! No! No! No carts! - Calm down! - No carts! - No carts!

All on the shoulders, up, up...

Wearily, up the steps dug in the rock!

Up, up! Under the tyrants' lashes! There are lashes, right?

Of course there are! - You feel them! You feel it all. God, how you feel it!

Well, I don't know, don't know, if I managed to give...

the feeling of fatigue...

of weariness! - Bye Jove, you sure did! - Rest assured!

You're the first ones to whom I reveal this new composition.

Excuse me, Ma'am, the Duchess on the phone. You have the line here.

Carlo, you talk to Isabella. See what she wants.

Hello, Duchess! Renata is busy. If you can tell me...

What?

Oh, by Jove!

She says she's in trouble.

Really? And what can I do?

Ask her what's happened.

Renata wants to know what is this trouble that happened.

What? Oh, by Jove!

She says she's sick and has to go to the doctor.

Fine, let her go. Probably one of her imaginary maladies.

She says it's probably one of your imaginary maladies. Oh, no?

One moment. She says she wants you to go with her to the doctor.

Carlo, I can't now. Don't you see I have guests?

She can't, she can't. She has guests.

If it's on our account, don't worry. We're leaving. - It's quite late.

I'm sorry, really. We were so happy in your company.

What shall I answer? - Tell her alright, I'll go.

What time should I go to this doctor?

OK, she'll come. What time should she go to this blessed doctor?

At 5. At 5 sharp. Don't worry, Duchess. Good luck, eh?

She expects you at 5. She asks you to be punctual.

Oh my, it's already 4! - Please, Maestro, let's go.

And you? Where you going? - I've nothing to do. I'll go with you.

Where? - Wherever you want.

Thanks for your exquisite hospitality.

Thank you for your beautiful music.

I hope we can hear it again. - Certainly. I will be back.

Nice, we'll count on it.

Every Sunday we receive at home some friends: painters, writers.

We chat and have a little music. Never without our dear, great Maestro.

I'll expect you too, eh? - Thank you, we won't miss it.

Goodbye!

Finally, they're gone! - Quiet, they can hear you.

What's the idea to tell him to return? - I only tried to be kind.

And if he accepts? We'll see him show up with his tonal music and admiring fanatic.

Want to bet he'll be back? And so will she! Both will be back!

Ah, here they are! It's them.

As soon as we got down, the lift came back up.

This lift is a little crazy.

Upon arriving, open the door quickly or it starts again. I'll send you back. - No, no!

I don't want to go in that lift. I'm afraid. And...

He too is afraid. He's so pale! So sensitive!

It takes nothing to upset him.

Now he'll compose a suite: "Agony in an Elevator".

Your wit is out of place, certain things you can't understand. Come with me, Maestro.

We'll go down on foot. It's more secure. Come, come. Watch your step.

Yes, I'm going to the hairdresser! - Fine, I'll go with you.

What will you do there? I'll be there 90 minutes! I'll get a perm. - 90 minutes?

Fine, I'll wait. - Wait for what?

I don't get this craze of waiting! You really like it! - OK, if you don't want it.

With you, I need no ceremonies. Excuse me, I barely have time to get changed.

Goodbye. - Goodbye, and thanks for everything.

Must you always be chained to me? Even at the hairdresser's?

Here. Don't expect me tonight.

I've canasta at Marcella's house.

What time it'll be done? - Don't know! When it's done!

I can't interrupt canasta to please you, can I? - Calm down, don't get angry.

Angry? Angry! I don't get angry at all!

You get on my nerves with all these questions!

Like an investigating judge! "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

Sorry. - No, I'm sorry. If you wish to continue to quarrel...

No, thanks. - No, we'll resume later.

Right, we have all our life. - Yeah.

Goodbye. - Bye.

My best to Renata. - Thanks.

See ya, Filippo. - Bye.

Nervous? - Yeah, nervous.

She's like that often? - From morning to night she takes it out on me.

Just one word and she blows up like a match.

Maybe she wasn't the woman for me, nor I the husband for her.

Why did you marry? - I liked her, I was in love.

Was she in love too? - No, I don't believe so.

She wanted a husband. If only we'd had kids...

But it's just me and her. She gets annoyed and let's me know it.

I'm not a fun companion, and when the boredom comes, it gets ugly.

Is she faithful?

Why do you ask that? You know something?

No, nothing. I don't know why I thought of it. Let's not talk of it again.

She isn't faithful and betrayed me. And you knew, right?

No, I didn't know. It was a foolish question, forgive me.

No, you're kind to say so, but I think everybody knows it.

She betrayed me. After a few months of marriage.

How did you find out?

By chance.

I found a letter. - And what did you do?

Nothing. I wanted to kick her out...

If she'd returned right away I would've done it. But she came late.

The hours passed, it was getting dark...

and then I began to be afraid.

Afraid of the solitude, afraid she wouldn't come back again.

When she came back happy, smiling, cheerful...

I kept quiet. I kept quiet for fear of losing her.

Poor Filippo.

Now I pretend to know nothing, and if she thinks me an imbecile,

she doesn't know... that I'm a coward.

All this is ridiculous. - No, it's not.

It is. I feel ridiculous. - It's not ridiculous.

Our Greek professor at school would say, "Look kids, if Menelaus,"

"when Helen left him, kept quiet, nobody would have known a thing."

"Instead he began to yell, started an endless war and now, boys,"

"you must learn in school that Menelaus was a cuckold."

"And after 3000 years, we're still talking about it."

Right. You say that to comfort me, I thank you.

This is a topic of which often we laugh, but for who's inside it's not fun.

You can't understand. - I understand well.

You can't understand because you have... not experienced it. - Who says it didn't?

You? - Yes, me.

You mean to say that Renata betrayed you? - No, not yet, but she will.

Oh, no, impossible! Renata will never cheat on you.

You're wrong, she'll betray me today. And I can tell you the hour.

At five o'clock. - Five o'clock?

Yes, at five o'clock. Did you hear that call from Isabella?

An excuse, it was Renata who told her to call.

Why? - Because she has a date with a man.

Her lover?

He's not her lover yet, but he will be.

Until now there were just preliminaries.

And you know who he is? - Yes, a young man we met in Venice. A certain...

Dino Moriani. He lives in Via Mercalli 22.

It's all my fault. - Why?

I made a grave error, I realized right away. You can't tell a woman

"You've a right to a great love". It's like saying "Find it".

In fact, Renata... - Is finding it. - Is finding it.

Poor Carlo.

Don't touch me, it repels me.

I won't give up, I still hope. - What do you hope?

I don't know. Yet there must be a way not to let her destroy our happiness.

She's about to commit a mistake and she will realize and regret when it's too late.

Then do something. Get into the car, find her, tell her!

It'll be no use. Besides, there's no time. She'll be there in a few minutes.

He awaits her... I seem to see him.

He prepared the table for tea,

sandwiches, chocolates, marrons glac�s.

A cozy light, intimate, charming.

A look around, a glance in the mirror. Adjusts his tie, smooths his hair,

a last touch to the flowers in the vases...

Perfect!

Very elegant.

It's 5 o'clock. He too will be looking at his watch.

He'll be worried that at the last moment she repented. No, don't you worry!

No repentance, she's about to arrive. - What are you saying?

Nothing. I'm imagining. I seem to see her.

There she is on the landing, by the door, anxious, breathless.

She hesitates a moment.

She could still change her mind, go back...

but instead, she rings the doorbell. She enters.

He kisses her hands... accompanies her into the living room.

She still has her veil lowered, she lifts it.

She looks around... They don't know what to say.

He asks her to take off her coat, she says no, but...

But then she takes it off.

Don't dwell on it. You don't want to imagine what follows? - Yes, I want to!

Let me at least that fun. Where are you? - I'm here.

Everything unfolds in classic style: she sits on the couch, he sits near her,

says something, she laughs, laughs, laughs! Why does she laugh?

What are they talking of? Probably me.

Women, before cheating, have the delicacy to talk about their husbands.

How monstrous! Imagining such things? You don't care at all about her!

Don't care? Don't you understand, stupid, that I suffer?

Terribly! I lose her and can't do anything to stop her!

Should've stopped her before, now it's too late. - No! It's not too late!

Let's think calmly. - Let's think calmly. Don't panic.

Calmly, else it's worse. - Now then...

Now, she is with him. - That's a fact. OK.

She just arrived. - Exactly, let's not waste time.

They're having tea. - So much the better. - They're having tea.

What do you prefer: lemon or milk? - Neither, thank you.

Not even a drop of fire? - What's that?

A drop of vodka.

That crazy Tit� Gallura taught me it. You know her? - No, I believe not.

She's the ambassador's niece. She married Count Gallura.

But she was born Vanitelli Morigi Stignano, old Piedmontese nobility.

As I said, the vodka adds zest. Want to try it?

OK, let's try it.

Thanks.

You like it? - I haven't tasted it.

No, no. I meant my "lair".

Yes, it's cute.

Another drop of fire? - No, it's fine as it is.

If you knew, Renata, how thrilled I am... how excited to see you in my little place.

It seems that all shines with a new light.

You won't believe me when I say that next to you I feel quite... perturbed.

Like a college kid at his first fling.

The expression is trite, I know, but it's true, it's right.

What's the name of those flowers?

Begonias.

They are my favorite flowers.

They have a warm sweetness, lascivious, almost sensual.

With their colorful variegated leaves, their thick red petals.

Look.

Like lips of a woman striving for a kiss.

Our little plant, which looked wilted, has already revived all of its leaves.

You remember how it was when we found it?

We put it on that rickety trunk and we sat down on the suitcases.

We must have looked rather funny.

Look, Renata...

imagine that now we were like then.

This little plant is dear to me... as a memory.

What memory?

Our first meeting. You cannot have forgotten it.

In a Venetian flower shop,

I was buying that plant for a lady and you were buying roses.

I kept it as a hope and as a promise.

And now the hope becomes reality and the promise is kept.

You still don't trust me.

No, she doesn't love him! It's impossible she can love him.

She got tempted by curiosity, but doesn't realize the idiocy she's about to commit.

I should make her realize. - How can you make her realize? She hasn't til now.

That's what I need to find: a way to make her understand! But how? How?

How...

The phone. - You call the police?

You have them caught? Arrested? Good! - No, not that. - Who are you calling? - Him!

Trust me just a little.

Yes, sure, but... excuse me, Moriani, I must go.

What? You just got here!

Yes, but I forgot... some business, urgent business.

My fur? Ah, here it is. - Did something happen? I said...

No. Nothing. Nothing happened. Only, I must go.

Look, Renata...

Excuse me, may I?

Hello? Hello? Yes, Moriani residence. Yes, it's me.

Who's speaking?

Who?

It's your husband.

My husband?

Hello? Hello?

No one is answering.

They left? - Hello? Hello?

Could he have known?

I don't know. It's not possible.

What shall I do? Answer? - Of course! Talk to him!

Hello? Hello?

I didn't hear anything, must've been an interruption. But now it sounds clear.

Tell me! How are you, Reani?

Well, thank you. And you? Great.

Listen, Mr. Moriani, will you ask my wife to come to the telephone?

Yes, my wife!

He wants you. - Me?

What do I say? - I'm not here! Not here!

Actually, Reani, there must be a mistake.

Your wife is not here. No, I assure you, she's not.

You're mistaken.

No, I'm not. I know she's there.

If I tell you I know... I must tell her something. Ask her to come.

He insists.

No, I don't want to! - Answer him, now...

Hello?

Hello? Sorry, Renata, for bothering you.

I wanted to ask, where did you put my cufflinks?

Yes, the platinum ones. I looked but couldn't find them.

What? Yes, I looked but I couldn't find them.

In the first drawer on the left?

No, nothing else. Thanks. Thanks, bye.

Now betray me if you can!

He didn't know where his cufflinks were!

He called just for that?

Yes. Just for that!

So... So he found out everything.

But of course he found out! And he wanted to let us know!

Cufflinks...

Cufflinks.

I think then, given the circumstances...

I say this for you, not for me. It might be better that...

What? What would be better? - No, no, no!

I meant that if by chance, he were to come here...

You know, your presence in my house... I don't want that...

I say it for you, not for me.

If he came here by chance? What would it matter?

I'd be almost happy if he came here now. I wish! - I'd be happy too.

After all, we did nothing wrong. - Right! Nothing wrong!

And he knows!

He didn't need to call to get what wanted to get. He won't come!

Don't you think we look... ridiculous enough?

Ridiculous! And this is my revenge!

I made them sink into the ridiculous! Now it's like I'm there between them.

I'll enjoy the scene of her return.

You think she'll return? - Sure. I bet she's on the way, panting, anxious.

She can't wait to be home to explain.

I can hear her now: "Carlo, what did you believe?"

"You won't suspect there's anything between me and him? No, I swear it!"

"I was invited to see some pictures" or "I went there a sec to return a book!"

The usual excuses. I know about that. What'll you say? - Nothing. No reproaches.

I want her to be convinced that of what she did and she was going to do,

I do not care at all!

But you said you were suffering! - I am, but she doesn't know that.

She mustn't know it. Woe to make it clear to a woman you're in love!

Women aren't kept with love but with fear of not being loved! - How you are right!

I assure you, I couldn't give her a worse affront.

And she'll feel offended. Yes, because women claim jealousy.

They cheat but want you to be jealous! A right they claim! But not this time.

I won't give her the satisfaction!

You went to his house? You were about to cheat? Fine, I don't give a hoot!

Good! I like that! Let her eat her heart out! I like that!

What's it to you? - Nothing. I didn't mean for her but all the others.

Go! Tell Francesca to prepare the tea. - Tea? Why?

Poor thing, didn't have had time at his house so I'll offer it. - Ah, got it.

Hi, Carlo.

Oh, sorry, I didn't see you come in.

Any luck?

I was lucky before, but now I don't know.

Of course you can't win! You're cheating. - Cheating?

You can't put the jack there.

The queen is missing.

Yes, I need a queen. - Did I get any calls?

No, no one. - I'm going to change.

So, what did the doctor say of Isabella's illness?

But I haven't been with Isabella. It wasn't true I had to bring her to the doctor.

Not true?

But you know this well. You called me, don't you remember?

Yes. I called you.

By the way, did you find the cufflinks?

Yes. I found them.

Now I'll make a card specifying all your stuff,

so if you need anything you won't have to disturb me.

Bye!

What's that? What do you want? - The tea.

Tea? Take it away! - Yes, Sir.

No, wait! Ask the mistress if she'd like some tea. - Yes, Sir.

How did it go?

What do you expect? It went as it should. - Tell me all. What did she say?

She cried. - Ah, I like it!

Ma'am thanks you, but she'd already had tea.

She wants some twine.

Some twine? - Yes, Sir, twine.

What for? - I don't know. She wants it... fairly strong.

There's none in the house and she wants me to go buy it.

Go, go. Go buy it.

What is this twine nonsense?

Tell me all! Go on! - May I?

Good day! - Hello. - Is Renata here? - Of course she is. What must you tell her?

Me? Nothing. It's she who called me. - Called? When?

A minute ago. She told me to come. - Why? - I don't know.

What? If she told you to come, she must've said why.

She didn't. She only told me to come here.

Well, go then. - Go then.

And your illnesses too!

My illnesses? Ah, because...

You know... - Of course, I know all. You think I'm an idiot?

More tricks in sight? A few more visits to the doctor?

What do you mean? I don't understand! - You understand perfectly.

Don't play the innocent, Duchess. If only your illustrious ancestors knew!

Go on! Go!

Tell me! I want to know all. - What do you want to know? What?

Shall I give you an account of what happens between me and my wife?

With what right, I wonder? Please!

All right. Don't get mad.

Who's getting mad? It's annoying to always have somebody prying, poking...

I pry? Who's prying? I don't know what... - Go away, please, go. I need to be alone.

Am I allowed to be alone? - Fine. - Go away! Go! - Okay, okay, I'm going!

Evening. - Evening.

Is Commendator Reani in? - Yeah. Who are you?

Moriani.

Through there. - Thank you.

Evening, Reani!

Evening. - Evening! Please, pardon the intrusion,

but I wanted to clear up a little mistake. - What mistake?

No, I mean I want to avoid that a misunderstanding might arise.

I don't understand, explain. - Well... indeed...

I wouldn't want you to imagine... - What?

Yes, that... sometimes appearances... I wouldn't want that...

In short, I want to explain.

But there's nothing to explain. I thank you for your care.

No need to put yourself out. - No, no. I repeat, it's my duty.

Your wife stopped a moment at my house and it's right you should know why.

If you really want to, tell me. She came to see paintings? - No.

Or a collection of majolica, watches, snuffboxes? - No, no. Butterflies.

Butterflies? - Yeah.

Caught by you? - No, acquired.

I've some rare ones. - No doubt, And my wife came by to see butterflies?

Yes, exactly. - And you came by to tell me this?

Yes. It was my duty. - Listen, do I really look like a fool?

You think I'd believe this butterfly nonsense?

Why give me an explanation? Who asked you to?

My wife is beautiful and it's right you should admire her. - You see, I don't...

Why? She isn't beautiful? - Oh, yes! Very beautiful, but I...

You don't admire her? - Yes, I admire her...

but with a pious admiration, respectful...

Yes, a pious, respectful admiration which doesn't prevent you from making a pass!

But look at me well.

But you think that I can give importance to such a trifle? - No. - God forbid.

I'm really amused. - Right.

If you knew how they make me laugh, your airs of ladykiller.

The page.

And you ought to be the page? - Page? What page?

Look, young man, be kind: go away. Save me the trouble to hurl you down the stairs.

No, look, I won't allow...

Dino! What are you doing here?

Why did you come?

Yes, exactly... I was just saying to Mr. Reani, that I wanted to clarify...

Clarify what? Oh! Why I was at your house?

But my husband knew well I would go to your house.

He knew it? - Naturally.

You think I'd come without telling him?

We tell each other everything. Before I left, I said to him,

"Moriani invited me to take a cup of tea. Do you mind if I go?"

And my husband said, "Heavens! As if! Go, my dear!"

Right, Carlo?

Yes, right.

Know that I don't hide anything from my husband.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

Besides, there's nothing to hide. - Of course, nothing.

Dino, do you have your car down below?

Yes.

Good! I'll take advantage, if I may. Do you mind if I go with you?

With great pleasure. - Thanks. Isabella! Francesco!

Mr. Moriani is so kind as to drive us.

Good! Take these packages. - Put them in Mr. Moriani's car.

Tie them well so they won't fall out.

Renata!

Goodbye, Carlo. - What is happening?

What do these bags mean?

I think it's pretty clear.

I'm... I'm leaving.

You're going? - Yes. - Where?

I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

I'll stay at Isabella's for now. Later... I'll see.

What do you mean? You want to leave forever? - Yes, forever.

You want a separation?

Yes, Carlo. But why are you surprised?

What we foresaw has happened: if I had met another, we'd separate.

Unfortunately, now another has turned up, so...

And you mean the "other" is Dino Moriani?

No need for me to tell you, you already think so.

You must be joking! You think I'm naive enough to believe...

You were imprudent, giddy...

maybe you were about to make a mistake but... you stopped in time.

No, I wasn't me who stopped.

It was you, with your phone call! - But of course! I wanted to save you.

Well, you did wrong, Carlo. You should've let me save myself alone.

I would've well realized my error. I would've regretted it.

A nice speech. What if you didn't regret it?

If I didn't regret it... too bad, then.

But I would've been fair to you. I swear I would've told you.

Afterward? - Of course, I couldn't before.

I wasn't sure yet.

And are you sure now?

It doesn't matter anymore. - Yes, it does. Go on, confess!

You're in love with him and sorry I prevented you from being his lover!

Renata! Renata! I want to know! I have a right to know!

After all, what would you have done?

I should've waited knowing that you were at Moriani's? - It would've been better.

Yeah, keep quiet like Filippo! His wife cheats, he knows and says nothing!

But he loves his wife! - Nice satisfaction!

I don't know but maybe he's happier than you!

It's happier to love than to be loved, my dear.

Thanks a lot. I don't know what to do with such joy! - Very good!

Now I see!

You think only of what you're due, what's yours,

and don't realize that's the quickest way to lose everything!

What does "lose everything" mean? What does it mean?

Now I can tell you. We're about to separate, I've no purpose in lying.

You must believe me. When I was at Moriani's,

I suddenly seemed to hear your voice, certain words of yours I had forgotten.

And in that voice, those words, an anxiety, an emotion...

I don't know, there was so much tenderness, affection...

All of the sudden, like an unexpected revelation,

I heard... I realized that maybe my page of love was here,

In this house... near you!

And then?

On that page you threw your usual sarcasm.

You spoiled everything, like always, as if you tore it up! That's what you done!

And for this I... I could never forgive you again.

Renata! My love.

Aren't you coming down? - I don't understand, Your Eminence.

Renata, if it's true what you said, if we love each other...

Please, don't ask me to stay! - Renata!

No, Carlo, don't insist! It's better for both of us. Believe me.

Excuse me.

Please, shut it. Shut it!

So you belong to the Venetian branch of Camporesi?

I met a Duke Filippo Maria Camporesi Altavilla.

My cousin! - No! - Oh, yes! He's a dear friend of mine.

He married a Bergonzoli of Parma. But she was born Maggi Catalani of San Secondo.

But, what is Renata doing?

I don't know, I don't understand. - Shall we go see?

Goodbye, Carlo. - Renata, wait.

And the house? Our house? If you go, what will we do of it?

I don't know. I don't know!

English subtitles by edam17 and sineintegral. Feb 2016