All language subtitles for Il pianeta degli uomini spenti - Battle of the Worlds (1961) 1080 h264 Ac3 Ita Sub Ita Eng-MIRCrew_track5_eng

- So you finally dreamed.
- Yes. You don't know how happy I am.

It was a problem for me
not to be able to bring you a dream!

Finally today I have a dream,
one that is fundamental.

Yes, but don't keep standing.
Sit down.

I never had the courage
to ask you something.

- My shoes. Should I take them off?
- Whatever is most comfortable.

Alright. I'll tell you my dream.

I dreamed that I was in a bookstore
where intellectuals regularly go.

The almighty fathers! Writers,
journalists, essayists, playwrights.

All people who have more
fame and fortune than they deserve.

In my dream, all these writers,
journalists, et cetera,

were around an important man
with a long cape.

He held a small painting in his hand.

A work he had done
that everyone admired.

I kept to one side.

At a certain point I got up
enough nerve and went over

to admire the object everyone
was so enthusiastic about.

But the man said to me,
"No. You can't look at or touch it!"

Who was the man in the cape?

He is a writer, one of them. I...

I don't know what
the work portrayed because...

The man hid it,
but I think it dealt with

that woman who is scantily dressed
with a child at her breast

in Giorgione's "Tempest".
- Who was the man with the cape?

- It was Moravia.
- Who?

- The writer, Alberto Moravia.
- No, it wasn't Alberto Moravia.

What do you mean? It was Moravia.
I remember well. I know him.

No, you're wrong. The man
with the cape was your father.

The painting he held
was a portrait of your mother.

What do my father and mother
have to do with those radicals?

They were your father and mother.

I don't have problems with my mother.

As for my father,
we talked about it other times.

The only thing I got from him
was a heart problem.

You don't have a heart problem,

and didn't have all those diseases.
Tell me about your father.

It's so cold!

Here.

Here.

How far is Treviso from Venice?

About 30 kilometers,
not even a half hour train ride.

So little?

Then why don't we go live in Venice.
It's so beautiful!

Good idea.

If your father feels better,
of course.

He doesn't feel better.
He must be very serious

or they wouldn't have convinced him
to have an operation.

Come on! Please,
don't be such a pessimist.

- You're here.
- Of course.

- When did he go?
- They're taking an x-ray.

What did the professor say?

When do professors
ever say anything? They never do.

- Saint Anthony will help you.
- Leave her alone!

She isn't just crying for Dad,
but also because you make her suffer!

- What've I got to do with it?
- You came for your dying father

and brought a slut with you!

You are saying nonsense.
She is my fiancée.

A respectable woman doesn't get
a double room with her fiancé.

She doesn't go around Venice with
a man who should assist his father!

She cuts off her "r"s
to sound like she's a foreigner.

- She's half French.
- She bewitches you like a dunce.

Her fur coat cost
at least three million!

That is why he didn't send us
money at the end of the month.

She had that fur before I met her.

Then the other man paid for it.

- Who?
- The one before you.

- Her husband who died.
- She probably made him die.

Now she'll fix you up!
She's already eyed Dad's home.

- Christ!
- Come back here!

- Think of your father. Shame on you!
- Stop!

He's already eaten.
Don't let him fool you.

I gave it to him a short while ago.

Tell your mother.
The gate key is in the pillar.

Thank you.

- How are things there?
- They'll operate on him today.

Saint Anthony, anything,
but don't have him suffer.

- Here.
- Thank you.

I can't wait to take a bath.

- Go. I'll open the suitcases.
- Will you take care of it?

Come.

- You want it nice and hot?
- Yes, add some foam.

Excellent idea.

I called the hotel
and they said you were here. So...

They were showing the movie
you wrote the screenplay for, so...

- Good. What are you doing there?
- I wanted to take a bath with you.

- Good.
- Come on.

Come on! That's it.

What do you write?
You tell the things we do?

I don't know.

So, how is it going?

While I was coming here,
he was entering the operating room.

Will it take long?

- I'm going back there.
- Yes.

What a nice ass!

Giuseppe, we looked everywhere
for you. I didn't think you were...

- Yes. Why?
- He's dead!

Poor thing!

- You're crying? You didn't know him!
- I'm sorry.

It's not a custom with us
to photograph the dead.

With us either, but I thought that...

You're not sleeping
at my house tonight?

I'd rather not.
It's better that for a few days...

I must work like a devil.
With all the money I spent recently!

I must think of something,

and above all,
I must see things clearly.

- See what clearly?
- Everything, even our relationship.

Right.

But you won't mind if,
while you do your thinking,

I inform you,
perhaps on the phone,

of some practical problems?

- I must pay the rent...
- Alright.

Electricity, gas...

Leave me taxi money at least.

Redneck!

- Yes?
- It's Marchi.

Can you have Giovanelli
come to the intercom?

- Please, wait.
- Why don't you come up?

I'm rushing off to RAI
for an interview I'm getting paid for.

I don't know
if they'll pay me right away,

so could you give me an advance
upon delivery?

- Are you delivering?
- I ask for an advance because...

Don't hope for it. You deliver
and will be paid. You're ruining me!

The biggest American companies
are drooling over this Judas.

They think the idea is fantastic.
They telephone, telegraph. "Judas!"

They beg for you to send
even a few pages,

even just a draft of the idea!

If only I knew how to write!

I've discovered that in cinema there
is a dictatorship of the director.

Screenwriters are ignored.

If at a press conference
they talk about the movie's contents,

the critic doesn't ask the opinion
of the screenwriter

who worked on it for months,
as would be natural...

Who writes the stories? Who
makes them up? The screenwriters.

- Commercial?
- Yes.

- When can I obtain the payment?
- In a couple of months.

- Two months?
- I already prepared the invoice.

- Give me social security number.
- Yes, yes.

Excuse me.

We will continue with writer
and screenwriter, Giuseppe Marchi.

We are before you.

- We are first for the taxi!
- Oh!

- Which way are you going?
- Parioli.

Do you mind if I come with you?
I'll accompany you and continue.

- I live in that area.
- What do you say?

- Let's go by your place first.
- Alright.

Thank you.

- Students?
- What?

- Students?
- No. University isn't necessary.

- We study flute-douce.
- Right. Classical music is in style.

There's poverty, unemployment,
but you can't find a taxi.

Darn it!

If you call the plumber,
he comes after two weeks.

To have a screenplay typed,
you have to pray on your knees.

It's one o'clock already!

I'll give up the taxi, but...
If we push that blue car

and can get it to start,
I will accompany you home free.

- Okay.
- Alright? Let's go.

Looking for someone who types?
For what?

Cinema stuff. I have to deliver
a treatment urgently.

My typist is ill and it's
impossible at the printer's!

I know how to type.
I could be useful.

- Since when do you type?
- Don't worry.

- You really know how to type?
- I even took a course.

Go on, push!

Come on, girls! Push!

Come on!

Come on! There it goes!

I'm out of practice,
but if I get going...

- How many pages did you type?
- Four.

In one hour? At this rate,
it'll take you till 2 a.m.

Makes no difference to me.
I want to know how it ends.

- It really interests you?
- I didn't know that

Judas was in love with Magdalene.

In fact, it's not true.

It's my producer's idea,
and I think it's bullshit.

If you want to copy all those sheets,
you'll be up all night.

- What'll you tell your parents?
- That I'm staying at my girlfriend's.

- There is only my bed here.
- It's fine with me.

- Are you used to having flings?
- No. It's the first time.

- You were never with a man?
- I'm a virgin.

- You didn't choose me, did you?
- I didn't choose. It was chance.

My girlfriend did it two months ago.
If I don't do it, we're different.

You'd come to bed with me
to catch up with your girlfriend?

You ask too many questions.
I'm not so stupid.

Do you know
I'm a lot older than you?

- Maybe that's why I like you.
- Right. That's in style too.

See what a stomach I have?

Because you don't exercise
and eat too much. I can fix that.

Salad and mozzarella, and as of
tomorrow, in the pool. What time?

Do you know how to swim?

- I have no time for the pool!
- Too bad.

With some pool and gym
you could be more attractive.

Alright, but leave now because
I have to copy all this stuff.

I'll finish it!
I'll stay and sleep here.

I've no time to lose with minors,
who are even virgins!

I'm not a virgin. It was a lie.
I've already turned 18.

- Go on!
- Tomorrow we'll go to the pool.

I'll come at one and we'll eat there.
You have to eat your mozzarella.

No, I eat mozzarella
at the diner downstairs.

That's fine, sir.
Move away from the rope.

Come away. Let go!
What are you doing?

- Try to float!
- You said to let go of the rope!

- Will you add some weight?
- Yes.

You can let go.

- Tired?
- No, no!

Just one more lap. It's good
for you. We'll weigh you tonight.

I'll bet you lost another kilo,
maybe even more.

I even had a lover. If you want,
I'll introduce him to you.

- No, thank you.
- A man your age.

Then two school companions.

- Bartocci and Leonardi.
- Good for you.

Little one, you're too young for me.
You still eat ice-cream!

I'd make a terrible impression!

I don't want to lose weight,
or go jogging or swimming.

I want to eat!

My head is full of screenplays
and I must write a book.

I have a lot of women, too.

What an idiot!

You must leave me alone!
I am a serious person. I don't...

No, I...

Liar! You are a liar.

Just tell me you weren't
disappointed, that you liked it.

- More than with anyone else!
- Very good.

So from now on,
you'll only make love with me.

And some day you will marry me.

- Shall we go to the pool tomorrow?
- I've a work meeting.

I'll be free next week.

Oh, God!

What now? Oh, God!

- Excuse me. Doctor Corsini?
- The first door on the right.

Thank you.

- Follow the therapy.
- Yes, Professor.

Hi, Giorgio.
I must tell you something important.

Yes. Come.

- Five minutes of your patience.
- Of course.

Thanks.

- What is going on?
- Last night I urinated blood.

- I didn't sleep a wink.
- Alright. Come.

Miss!

A urine test for hematuria.
Go with her. I'll come later.

- You must give me some urine.
- When?

- If you have the stimulus, now.
- In front of you?

It wouldn't frighten me.
The bathroom is down there.

- I don't have any stimulus.
- Sit down and wait.

I've done.

Here.

- Done?
- See? Now it's normal.

Follow me.

We'll do tests, and if we find
traces of hematuria, I'll call you,

and tomorrow we'll take an x-ray.
- Will it cost a lot?

- Is this clinic State affiliated?
- It should be.

- Why the tests and x-ray?
- After forty,

a little blood in your urine
is normal, even if you're healthy.

- So I can rest assured?
- Yes. Let's get it over with.

The radiologist is coming in
a half hour and you can do the x-ray.

- So I can't rest assured!
- I'm saying it for you.

So you won't worry about it.
You decide.

- Tomorrow? Why not tonight?
- I can't explain now.

Talk to you later.
I'll call you as soon as I can.

No. If you call here, they'll smother
me with questions. I'll call you.

- Maybe I won't be there.
- You'll return at some point, huh?

Yes. I'll call you tomorrow.
I can't explain now.

Alright. I'll pick you up
to go to the pool. Bye.

You frightened me
with your urine thing.

Hematuria can be a serious symptom,
but in your case it's nothing.

See the left kidney here?
It's lower.

It means there is a mobile kidney.

Many women after childbirth
have that.

- I didn't give birth.
- It means you lost weight.

You tired yourself out.

- What should I do?
- Eat.

If you gain weight, the cushion
that holds your kidney will form.

Otherwise, it lowers
and causes the blood in your urine.

It's the first time
I hear of a mobile kidney.

It makes me think of planets,
something from Aida.

No, Rigoletto.
I can really rest assured?

- What about this spot?
- Don't think badly.

At night put something
under the bed

so that your body is inclined.

- During the day?
- Just remain normal.

- What did you do?
- I have a mobile kidney.

I felt ill and went to the clinic
for some tests.

I didn't tell you
so you wouldn't worry.

They say it's not serious, but...

- You must sleep like this?
- I have to get used to it.

Me too, then.

Easy.

Easy.

It's a disaster!

Yes.

- What else must you do?
- Not do.

No pool, no strains.
In every sense.

- We can't make love?
- A little.

- Little, how much?
- There isn't a rule.

As they say, no abuse.

- Every 15 days?
- Don't exaggerate. Let's say...

Once a week.

No. If you must be cured,
we'll do things properly.

Every 15 days.
I'll take care of it. Don't worry.

Poor Gepi!
Sick without saying anything to me.

But I know how to cure you.
Marry me and you'll see.

It's not the right moment
to talk about marriage.

I am pregnant.

- What did you say?
- I'm not sure.

- What about the pill?
- I sometimes forget.

- I want to be clear. If it's true...
- I won't have an abortion.

- I would never do it.
- Yes!

I always said I won't marry you.
I don't want relationships and...

- Don't yell.
- I yell when I want in my home.

If you don't like it,
you can leave.

I am ill, I have no money
and I need to work.

I should be cornered like
an imbecile? No, dear!

- Who is cornering you?
- You. Aren't you pregnant?

No! I wanted to see
how you reacted. Like shit!

Where are you going?
Where are you going?

Where are you going?

I was always honest with you.
You must admit that.

Look at me!
Did I ever say I'd marry you? No.

Then why are you crying?
Why? Look at me!

- Who is crying?
- You. What's there to cry about?

Look at me, huh?

I care about you,
and you don't give a darn.

- I care about you, too.
- It's not true.

- If I didn't care about you...
- Leave me alone!

- You know how it will end up.
- It will end up well.

- It will hurt you.
- Yes, hurt me.

Hadn't you turned it off?
Let it ring. Don't answer.

- Hello?
- Hello? It's me.

- Who?
- It's Giuseppe.

Oh! Giuseppe, hi.
What is going on?

I feel awful! I'm in such pain
that you can't imagine.

- I feel like yelling.
- Is your bed raised?

Yes, there it is. It's raised.

Go to the pharmacy
and get a Voltaren.

There isn't a pharmacy close by.
I can't make it outside.

I'll come tomorrow morning at 7.
Do a handstand.

I won't survive till tomorrow at 7!

I hope you don't go there.
He's fine. Just sick in the head.

Only when you need something!
Shame on you!

Not even a slave is treated
as you treated me!

I know you have an affair
with that kid!

Why don't you call her
instead of bothering me?

Be generous once in your life.
Have pity. Send me a doctor!

Where can I find a doctor?

The one who assisted my husband
died last year. He was worthless.

I went to your friend who works
at the Addolorata Hospital.

I called him, but he's coming
tomorrow morning at 7.

He said to do a handstand.
But I want a morphine shot!

- Handstand?
- Yes, because I have...

I have to adjust a mobile kidney.
I even have a mobile kidney!

But I feel awful and can't do it.
And I need a doctor for morphine.

They don't give it in the pharmacy.
You see what the problem is?

Yes, but don't yell.
Calm down.

Let me think.
Do you still care for me a bit?

Don't you see I'm dying? I can't
stand it anymore! Please, help me.

An anesthetist came to live in
the building a while ago.

Yes, an anesthetist is fine,
as long as he comes right away.

Ring, and I'll drop the keys.
You're an angel!

Thank you, angel. Bye.

- There. Ouch!
- Come on!

- Give me a shot. I feel awful!
- I'm sorry, but it's not possible.

May I know why?

The origins of a spastic pain,
as this one could be...

Sorry to interrupt you.
I've always known and thought

that spastic pain...
- Is this a debate?

I feel awful! Give me a shot!

I was explaining to the lady

that decreasing sensitivity of
the pain, alters the situation.

The surgeon must have judgement
elements in a natural state.

If you have a perforating ulcer...
Did he vomit?

- Ask me! What does she know?
- Don't be so rude!

- We are here to help you.
- It doesn't seem like it!

You're saying a lot of nonsense,
and not thinking of me.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- Yes.

Be a good boy, come on!

- Watch out, easy.
- Easy.

- Let's go to the operating room.
- It's not ready.

- It's not ready?
- Is the professor here?

- No.
- Is a laparotomy necessary?

- It seems like it.
- Seems?

- You want a confessor?
- I want the professor. Where is he?

- Why isn't he here?
- Here's the professor!

- He's 100 years old!
- Perforating ulcer?

- I'd say so!
- Decide!

Silence!
Prepare him.

A whitewasher or teacher
at his age is retired!

They allow this guy
who cuts stomachs, to work?

Is he operating you?
I'll talk to him.

- Professor, excuse me!
- Blood type?

RH negative.

- Sister, I must ask you a favor.
- What?

Please, you must call number 879164.

A girl will answer. Tell her
to advise her girlfriend to come.

- It's urgent.
- Don't worry.

Tell her I am willing
to marry her on my death bed.

- What time is it?
- Eleven.

- Ten to eleven.
- You're fine, you know?

- Do you need anything?
- No, thank you.

I got your car in the garage,
so if you need anything...

You were fine. They operated you
because you had ulcer symptoms,

but you are fine. They didn't even
remove your appendix!

So much the better, huh?

You mean they ripped me open
uselessly?

They are incompetent, scoundrels!

- I have pains. There was something.
- Don't move.

I still have pains.
It means there's something...

- Don't move.
- Call Doctor Corsini.

Tell him to come right away.
Tell him what happened!

It's all because of that scoundrel
you sent me!

- He's Rome's number one anesthetist.
- He's a jerk.

He spent the night assisting you.
You should thank him.

Do me the favor
of asking that savage girl...

Where did you find her?
She's rude with everyone!

I warn you, that she stole
your money, too.

When I came, she was rummaging
in your jacket pockets.

He is coming right away.

I'll go smoke a cigarette

Send that slut away
or you won't see me again!

Her lover had your stomach opened.

What lover?
She didn't even know him!

She called him because
he'd gone to live in her building.

You forbid me to call you at home!

Going to bed with him isn't
a good reason to open you up.

Send her away!

I feel awful, and it so seems
that it was a mistake.

- It could have been avoided.
- It was our duty to intervene.

The symptoms were those
of an intestinal perforation.

- Viper!
- You told Doctor Miglietta

that you previously suffered from
duodenal ulcer, which isn't true.

- And you want to be right?
- Are you happy? Bitch!

What are you thinking?

What am I thinking?

I had the hospital gynecologist
examine me today.

I put the examination on your bill.

He says I can't get pregnant
because I have an infantile uterus.

Are you happy? We can make love
whenever we want.

It's all you think of!

How can you think
that I can make love in this state?

Tell the nun to give me a shot.
It hurts.

It's because of the mobile kidney.
Corsini explained it to you.

You must keep your head low.
I'll take care of it.

They say it's not true here.
Call...

- Hello?
- It's Marchi.

- May I talk to Mr. Giovannelli?
- He's in a meeting.

Of course he's in a meeting!

Tell him the treatment
on Judas is finished.

- Who?
- Judas Iscariot.

- Understand?
- Yes.

- Unfortunately, I was ill.
- Really?

Yes, very ill,
but I'll deliver it in a few days.

Tell him I solved the matter
of 30 dinars with a brilliant idea.

- Alright.
- A bit costly, but brilliant.

- Remember to tell him.
- Alright.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How do you feel?
- Awful.

I have no doubt on my diagnosis.

- On the mobile kidney?
- Yes.

I'd prefer that the head doctor
see you. If you want...

- I'll get an appointment tomorrow.
- Will it cost me a lot?

No. I'll get you a discount.

Move.

Move!

Be careful!

Wait for me! Here I am!

- How did it go?
- They suspect kidney tuberculosis.

It is not so tragic,

but maybe I'll have to undergo
another operation.

One day or another
I'll do something rash.

- You don't ask me what?
- I can imagine.

- You're not saying anything?
- I understand.

One month of antibiotics
that will devastate me.

They'll decide
to operate on me for sure.

What operation?

They'll remove my right kidney.

They ordered antibiotics because
they think that will enough.

Antibiotics devastate me!
You know what?

If that is so, I'll end it before!
I won't undergo surgery. Understand?

I'll end it before that.

You don't give a darn, and don't
say anything. Leave. You're no help.

Remember, if that happens,
I'll end it ahead of time!

I'll jump in the Tiber.

Go. Leave me alone.
Please, go away.

Leave me alone, I said!

Sorry, but that place is taken.
My paper is on it.

You can't even reserve a seat
on the train now with a paper.

Hello? You're still there?

Why won't you come?

Why didn't you tell me?

When? Tomorrow?

What time?

What time?
I understand. I'll see you tomorrow.

You are very rude,
and I don't give a darn about trains.

Just a moment! I'm on the phone.

Excuse me. It's nothing.
I can't talk now. No, no.

A real bore.
I'll call you later. Bye. Bye.

- Excuse me. I thought it was...
- She can't come.

I'm here to tell you that her
parents won't let her come.

Why? Couldn't she call me?
Does she need an ambassador?

Yesterday she gave me an appointment
and didn't tell me she couldn't come.

She sent me to explain,
and to find out how you feel.

I still have a mobile kidney,
consequence of kidney tuberculosis.

We are at the starting point.
Well?

As you know, there's a lawyer,
a very important and serious person

who wants to marry her,
and her family is very pleased.

- In other words, she got engaged.
- Almost.

From her middle-class
point of view she is right.

She wants to marry someone
with a steady income.

I have nothing against her.
She touches my heart.

A pathetic figure,
detached from reality.

But I would like us to remain
good friends.

I don't see why the explanation
must come from third parties.

If we must separate,

it's right to do so looking
at each other in the eyes,

without sentimentalism.

Alright. Tell her to come in a few
days, when I feel better.

- Bye, dear.
- Bye.

- What are you doing? Stopping?
- One second. I'll be quick?

- Yes?
- Take the check to the 5th floor.

- Why don't you come to the office?
- The sixth floor brings me bad luck.

- I can't risk it. Just a moment!
- What check?

For the Judas treatment that I sent.

You've the nerve to ask for money?
You ruined my idea!

- I even added the last supper!
- I don't give a darn.

- I'm coming!
- You should have done as I said.

The Americans want Judas to
fall in love with Magdalene the slut.

She asks him for 30 dinars
and he reports Jesus for the bounty,

but finds out Magdalene won't go
with him because Jesus converted her.

So he hangs himself
while Jesus is being crucified.

- I should write that bullshit?
- If you won't, know where you can do?

- Fuck off.
- Right!

Here I am!

- Who opened the door?
- I have the key.

Oh, right!

Here.

Right.

- I preferred that Gigliola...
- You don't have to tell me anything.

You're right. Good for you.
You're young, at the dawn of life.

Think of yourself.
It's not a problem for me.

When one reaches my age
without concluding anything,

and has wasted his talent
on unworthy works,

he must at least be able
to solve, in a maestro's blow,

the topic of his existence.

Since there is a solution
for this loser intellectual...

For this flogger

who should have written
an immortal novel,

that would have won
the Nobel Prize,

whose aspiration was sticking it up
the ass of those dreary writers...

Club of idiots!

If I must be like one of them,

and am even ill,

there is only one solution.

- This one.
- What are you doing?

- Come down!
- Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

- Look what you did, idiot!
- Me? You are crazy!

- I'll call the plumber!
- He's crazy!

Idiot!

You scared me. I risk having
a miscarriage. I'm pregnant!

- You cornered the lawyer!
- You know the lawyer doesn't exist.

Gigliola and I made him up
to make you decide. It's your child!

- Your infantile uterus?
- The doctor made a mistake.

- Then have him marry you!
- Certainly not you!

Not me for sure!
You can die, you slut!

Some Pharisees approached
Jesus to test him,

and asked him,

"It is right for a man to deny
his wife for just any reason?"

And he answered,
"Did you read that the Creator

created male and female?"
And he said...

Swear in front of the Madonna

that you'll respect the set times.
- What set times?

You'll work on the Judas story in
the morning, rest in the afternoon,

in the evening and night, the novel.
- Yes, as of next week.

Look at the priest.

Dear children, you've come
together in the house of the Father

to officially express
your consensus of love.

- What is it?
- The water broke.

- At this hour? It's almost dawn.
- Don't worry. The suitcase is ready.

- Call the clinic.
- Which one?

- Villa Fiorita, I think.
- You think? Yes or no?

- Yes, it's Villa Fiorita.
- The yellow pages!

Here.

Don't waste time getting dressed!
Put something on top.

- Call a taxi!
- I'll accompany you!

- Clinic Villa Fiorita?
- Yes.

Why did you choose a clinic
that's so far away?

- It's one of the best.
- Is it too luxurious?

Our child must be born
in a comfortable environment.

So he'll have the chance
to become someone.

Some were born in a manger,
example of excessive moderation.

In fact, they put him on the cross!

This way, ma'am.

- Third floor, room 34.
- Thank you.

- I feel better already.
- The queen of Jordan gave birth

in this room.
- Wow! How fortunate!

Miss! Miss!

- When do you think it'll be born?
- Who knows. Ask the professor.

Neither today or tomorrow, anyway.
It could be in a week.

How much is the daily fee,
more or less?

You must ask in administration.
It opens soon, at 9.

Alright, thank you.

Come on, cheapskate. Come here.

There is a documentary
on chickens.

I think everything is okay.
Do you need anything?

- I'd like to eat a marron glacé.
- Is it a craving?

I don't know.
I'd like to eat a marron glacé.

- I'm going.
- Forget it. They are expensive.

- Come on! There's a store here.
- Good ones are in Via dei Prefetti.

- Mr. Marchi, it's a girl!
- It was to be born in a week.

- We have to guess with babies.
- So much the better.

- I'll show you your daughter.
- It's a girl? How is my wife?

- There.
- That one?

She's this one? Are we sure?

I'll have to support her
for at least twenty years!

Eight million a year
without considering depreciation.

She's laughing!

See? Another one!

That one too.

Damn it!

There... look.

- There. What is going on?
- You want us to die from the heat?

Since air-conditioning is expensive,
I bought two fans.

27, 28... Page 31 is missing.
28, 30...

Where is page 31? My God!
This house is always a mess!

Thank you, Augusta.
This is 29. Look for page 31.

Why is the water turned on?
What is this waste?

The sound of water
gives a cool sensation.

Why don't you want
to go to Fregene?

I don't want to poison your daughter.
Send us to the mountains.

- Go where you want, just decide.
- I'm going to Siusi with a friend.

- When?
- I'm catching a sleeper tomorrow.

Did you need a sleeper
after spending for the fans?

You're even complaining
on the sleeper price?

Luckily I complain about everything
or we'd be penniless. Thanks, dear.

Good thing I had a brilliant idea
on the Judas treatment! Thanks.

Judas Iscariot.
I made peace with Giovanelli.

He proposed a movie for the
alternative movie theaters of Paris.

Paris by night! A shitty idea,
but I said yes. I want... Thanks.

Finally I'll have time
to write my book!

You've been saying you'll finish
your book for 100 years.

You know it's not my fault.
I've never had a moment of peace.

Well! If that's how things stand,
tomorrow Augusta and I will leave.

You'll have all the peace you want.
Let's see if you finish your novel.

You think my novel can be written
in seven, eight days?

Seven, eight days? I want to remain
two months in the mountains.

I will miss you.
Watch out for our girl.

- Of course. Goodbye.
- Bye, my love.

Bye!
Come, Augusta.

Who is watering at this hour?

It's the almighty father.

- Very funny.
- Thank heavens!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh, God!
Get him, hurry! Help me!

- Hang on to me. Easy!
- Ma'am, what are you doing?

Help! Help!

- Call a doctor! Hurry!
- Help!

- Who is sick?
- Open the door!

- Help!
- Take him inside. Easy!

- We need a doctor.
- I'll go call one.

Doctor, a man
on the third floor is sick.

- Let's lie him on the bed.
- All together, come on.

Easy. That's it.

- Higher up.
- Keep calm.

- The doctor is coming.
- Here he is.

- Easy!
- Please, let him breathe.

Some room, thank you.

- Doctor, maybe a chamomile tea...
- Right, ma'am.

Drink this.

Come on, drink!

Thank you, Doctor. You see, I...

For two or three years
I felt very good.

But in the past I was awfully ill.

I went through a terrible period.
Inside that drawer

there are all the x-rays
and tests I took.

I even have... a mobile kidney.

You can see it very well. Thank you.

Did they suggest
that you wear a corset.

- No, but...
- Then do as I say.

The first thing to do
is wear an orthopedic corset.

You'll feel more rested.
It'll be a bit warm.

I would have suggested it
right from the start.

For the mobile kidney?

It's the first step
any doctor would suggest.

Why didn't my doctors tell me?

- What is it? You feel ill?
- They...

They tightened it.
The Japanese wanted to suffocate me.

- Who? Nobody did anything to you.
- I can't breathe.

- No one is here.
- The Japanese.

Come with me.
There's a pharmacy behind the corner.

This gentleman feels sick.

What is it?

It must be a heat stroke.
Let's allow him to breathe freely.

What in here?
What is this?

- What?
- A corset.

Go over there and take it off.

He was blocked in the street
saying the Japanese

wanted to suffocate him.
- The Japanese?

I'm not making a direct long
distance call because it's costly.

One day they'll explain why.
I'd like to solicit this number,

or I won't be able to find my wife.
Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

- Hello?
- Yes?

- Is this Hotel Edelweiss?
- Yes, good morning.

Good morning.
Is Mrs. Marchi there, please?

- Hold on.
- Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello?

- It's me. How's it going?
- It's marvelous here.

The air is so cool up here!

Augusta always asks
where her father is.

- Too bad!
- Why?

Too bad I don't feel
as good as you two.

That horrible illness has returned.

- No!
- Yes, stronger than the other times.

I can catch the first train
and be in Rome at midnight.

No, don't leave Augusta by herself.

I can come, but not on a train.
Just the idea scares me.

Don't tell Augusta I'm ill.
I'm going now or I'll spend too much.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Hotel Edelweiss, good morning.
- Hello?

- Mrs. Marchi, please.
- Right away.

- Hello?
- How are you?

- How are you?
- I don't know.

- Where are you?
- Near Florence I think.

Will you arrive in the evening
or are you stopping?

- I don't know, but don't move.
- Alright.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Excuse me.

- Here I am.
- What if I sleep in Ferrara?

It's a great idea.
Tomorrow you'll be rested.

There's an excellent hospital here
with the best eye doctor of Italy.

- Why? Do your eyes hurt?
- No.

But it's a good idea
to be in an equipped place.

Tomorrow come meet me
outside the town.

I don't want to embrace you
in front of all the guests.

Don't worry. I'll come with Augusta.
Sleep peacefully.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Every time I talk to him, he fills me
with worries. Let's start over.

My God!

What if I get a seizure here
in the middle of the mountains?

Oh, God!

There used to be many hospitals

for people with tuberculosis.

In this state Thomas Mann would never
have written "The Magic Mountain".

They won't fall now, will they?

Oh, God, what is it?
Everything is spinning!

I am nauseous!

Stop! Help!

Stop! Help. Stop. Don't...

Rocks!

Rocks are falling from the mountain.
They ruined my car.

You'd better watch out.
Yes, my car...

No, nothing...

Nothing happened. Excuse me.

Here he is!

I was afraid I wouldn't see you two
anymore. Let's get off the road.

Go on!

- How are you?
- Fine.

See how good she looks?
Few days in this air was enough.

- It'll be good for you too.
- Yes.

- Were you very ill?
- Yes, very.

But it's over. I don't know how
I managed to get here.

Everything was falling on me.

Listen to me. I know everything
about your illness now.

I met a psychoanalyst assistant....

- What did you say to him?
- Everything.

His opinion was that
you're just neurotic.

What else could
a psychoanalyst say to you?

I'll introduce you to him.
He lives in the hotel close to ours.

- For Mom! Here.
- Thank you.

Go get some for Dad, too.

You look like a madman.

I love you very much.

It seems like we haven't
made love in a century. Instead...

- Only a few days have gone by.
- I want it too.

If Augusta wasn't here,
I'd do it on the grass.

Augusta, come!

Let's go.

- Mrs. Isabella, my husband.
- Good-day.

- Mr. and Mrs. Varisco.
- My pleasure.

Mr. and Mrs. Bormioli. My husband.

Is this alright?

- Who is he?
- A store owner from Rome.

I think he has a shop
with sports items.

Here.

Cars, cars, cars. It's hard to find
parking. Worse than in Rome!

We came all the way up here
to see such an ugly place?

What is lovely is at the shelter.
We have to take the cableway.

- I won't go up with that thing.
- You don't want to walk, do you?

For a lifetime I've avoided
trains, ships, planes,

and now I should go up
on that contraption?

- There's a trail there. I'll walk.
- Without an effort you won't recover.

Don't break my balls!
I hate mountains.

And don't dress Augusta
in that Tyrol outfit.

Holy Mary! I need straight lines.

- Don't get upset.
- I get dizzy with heights.

- Look at Augusta.
- Who gives a darn! I came up here

and there isn't even a meadow?
- You want a plain in the mountains?

- I feel like I'm falling here.
- Close your eyes, give me your hand.

- Yes, my hand!
- Come!

If you let me go,

I'll hang on to the mountain and
not even God Almighty will move me!

Go play.

- It's lovely, isn't it?
- Yes.

We have to drink something,
if we want to sit here.

I don't want anything.
I'm all upset.

I wonder what chemical reaction
a drink can cause.

At least some mineral water.
Let's not make a bad impression.

A fruit juice, a coke,
and mineral water, please.

Just think. A person comes up here
to drink mineral water

that contains carbon dioxide.
And even pay for it!

Here.

Augusta!

What is it? Do you feel sick?

Don't be afraid. Hold me tightly.

- I love you very much.
- How can you love me?

Why do you love me?
You know that I'm becoming crazy.

You're young.
Leave me, and get a new life.

Giuseppe.

Leave me alone, please.

Careful that Augusta
doesn't hurt herself.

- Giuseppe, what's the matter?
- You see?

It's useless even to be close to you.

- What are you saying?
- Don't ruin your life with me.

Go away. I am a loser.

Go away and find a rich man
because...

I am a poor loser who won't
even become famous!

I won't ask if you're Jungian,
Freudian or from the Vienna school.

Ma'am, what are you doing here?

Please, take me as your patient
because if I don't come to you,

they'll submit my brain to
useless therapies. I must protect it.

- Ma'am, you can't.
- I am his wife!

That is exactly the reason.
The patient must speak freely.

I know that the real illness is here.

But no one believes me,
not even my wife,

who will be convinced when they
open up my body for an autopsy.

I'd like to be informed on
the cost and duration of the therapy.

To obtain a satisfactory result,

it will take at least two years.

I should knock myself out working

to pay a southern psychoanalyst!

And a Freudian one, to boot!
My gosh!

Not even the boutiques ladies
fall for it anymore!

But I, an intellectual...

- Don't go to him.
- No. I will!

Otherwise, you'll accuse me
of not wanting to be cured. I'll go!

A million and a half a month
to that southerner!

Do as you wish.
I won't say anything.

- I'll write him a nice note.
- Everyone says he's phenomenal.

Phenomenal, my foot!
He is an idiot!

He says I don't have colitis!
"Eat what you want", he said.

I can still feel yesterday's
three meat rolls in my stomach!

He's an idiot.
He keeps asking if I dream.

I've never dreamed before,
and don't dream now!

- You dream as everyone, but forget.
- It's as if I've never dreamed.

Tell him one that I dreamed.
I had a cat in my arms.

I was on a lawn, and the cat
belonged to my grandmother.

- What are you doing?
- Sleeping over there.

- We didn't argue.
- You send me to a psychoanalyst

who is an idiot,
and make me spend lots of money,

and now expect me
to tell him one of your dreams?

Shall I ask him for the Lottery
numbers so we'll win? Come on!

I can't find the reflection
of an experience lived during the day

in the wake of emotions.

It's strange that you had
such a dream.

It doesn't belong to you.
Or maybe I didn't understand you.

I give up.

You are really good.

This was my wife's dream.

- What are we doing here?
- Excuse me. Don't get angry.

You have every right to kick me out,
but it won't happen again.

It was my wife's idea,
but I decided to test you.

- Did you read it?
- No. I don't need it anymore.

- What are you saying?
- I won't do it. I am fed up!

You can't do cinema in this
shitty country! I'm going!

Enjoy your government, unions,
welfare money, and distributors.

I'm going to Mexico with
a ten million dollar production.

All of it has been deposited.
Ten million. What do you think?

What is it? You're here!

It's a one-time chance. If I don't
leave Italy, I'll end up in jail.

Murderers, kidnappers, Mafia,
stealing governors freely go around.

Only we don't get from the
government what we're entitled to.

Don't make me talk.
Listen to me, change jobs.

Cinema in Italy is over.
You writers are lucky.

You write a little book and get
10% on the cover price.

I've been trying to write
a novel for years.

Too bad! Sciascia and Bevilacqua
put out two a year.

Not me. I'm ill. Pay for the
screenplay. You commissioned it.

- I didn't even read it!
- You'll pay because I need money.

- I've been in therapy over a year.
- I don't have one lira!

I'm full of debts,
even with the revenue service!

By the way, come here. I like you,
and will give you a present.

Wait. Here.

Years ago I bought some land
in Calabria. I'll give you a lot.

A deal. It's worth a lot more now.
I've no time to take care of it.

I don't care about Calabria!
If it were in Sicily...

My father served there.
He remembered the orange groves.

It's the same thing.
You can see the coast

and the evening lights
are like a nativity scene.

It's a deal, believe me.
Write that damn book! Understand?

I am just as happy as you.

The fact that you can tell me a dream
is very important.

Yes, but don't talk to me
about my father.

This dream is important to show
Moravia and the others...

The man in the dream isn't Moravia.

- He's your father.
- It can't be!

We'll talk about it some other time.

Now tell me about some episode
of your childhood.

To begin with, give me an image.

An image of your father.

Out! Close that door!

I can't even take a bath in peace!

I don't want any of you to forget
the day your father,

for the wellbeing of his family,

made the ultimate sacrifice.

My father was a Carabinieri marshal.

To allow me, his only son, to study,

with great sacrifice he left the
Carabinieri when Mom inherited a shop

and we settled in a town
near Treviso.

Mom and I picked him up
almost every evening.

Mom, I'm tired.
Will you pick me up?

- Yes, come.
- Why don't you leave him home?

Walk!
Shame on you! At your age!

My father had nothing against me.
I was his only son.

I feel like crying,
if I think of his sacrifices

to have me study in a boarding school
where he had to pay.

Like it? You'll enjoy being here.
It's a gentlemanly boarding school.

Always think of your dad's sacrifice
in paying the tuition. Go on!

Here, go play
with your new companions.

Study!

Because of my family's sacrifices
in paying for my studies,

any small thing I was guilty of

became a gigantic sin
of ungratefulness.

A horrifying expense!
He almost doesn't work anymore.

Because that man suggested it,
at least I imagine it.

If I think I obliged him to go,
I could slap myself!

- Hi. Where are you going?
- Spazio Uno. Want to come?

There is the re-visitation
of Brecht and Weill.

I'll wait to see if my husband
wants to come. When does it begin?

If you propose it, he may accept.

He always imagines
that I am plotting things.

I say that he's in love with
the therapist. He isn't gay, is he?

- Did he have more pain seizures?
- He says he did, but I doubt it.

Look who I met.
He's having dinner with us.

- Hi.
- Hi.

If we hurry, I'd like to go
to the theater, to see...

Why don't you come too?

Are you still a doctor?

You don't realize
that crowded places...

It's not a stadium,
but a very small theater.

Good night.

Me too.

Don't put your feet on the sofa.
You know it bothers me.

You do it on purpose!

As of that day I began feeling
inhibited, even when I sleep.

It's a sensation
that I can't explain.

It's as if during my sleep
someone or something stops me...

from feeling free,
from going on. Understand?

As of that day, I began to feel
inhibited, even when I sleep.

I'll try to describe the sensation.

I'm about to fall asleep and have
that sensation. I feel more free.

The sensation begins from
the moment I'm about to fall asleep.

- Not before.
- Doctor, there's a patient...

Excuse me, it's urgent.
Did my wife call you?

- No.
- She will.

She wants me to accompany her
to the concert in Spoleto.

She doesn't care about it
but wants to criticize my therapy.

Say you refuse any responsibility
if I expose myself...

Why don't you go?
It's a lovely concert. I might come.

- You'd come with us?
- I don't know if I can.

- You go, and don't worry.
- I can go?

- Yes. Go!
- Will you come too?

- I have to pee. I'll be right back.
- It's about to begin.

What'll I do? Pee in my pants?

- Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry.
- Be careful.

Doctor Pierotti. Doctor Pierotti!

It's you. See that I made it?
How's it going?

I'm in that empty seat
next to my wife.

- See you tomorrow.
- Yes, tomorrow.

Listen! Doctor!

Doctor!

Excuse me. Excuse me again.

- Well?
- I don't need to go. I'm fine.

- I already explained it to you.
- I don't understand.

Why can't you understand
something so simple?

- How much is 3 times 3?
- Nine.

Good girl.
How much is 9 divided by 3?

Three! How can you not understand
something so simple?

- Three goes into 9 three times.
- Why?

- Ok, I'll do your divisions.
- She'll do them alone in her room!

Shame on you!
You're big now. Did you hear?

Get your stuff and go to your room
to study on your desk.

- Go. What's with you?
- I won't admit any argument.

Learn to obey.

- Why do you make her cry?
- This matter must stop.

Augusta has grown and will do her
homework in her room as everyone.

Stay here because
I need to talk to you.

What do you want?

I have recovered.

We solved this problem
some time ago.

I didn't talk to you about it sooner
because I wanted to be sure.

I didn't think it involved
my conflict with my father.

This struggle began
during my childhood.

One day I'll talk to you about it
because it's very interesting.

What matters is that I've recovered.

So as of today,
many things will change in this home.

- Like what?
- Many things.

The family administration
that is very poor.

A certain respect
for the head of the family

that lately,
given the circumstances,

was left out of the game.

I am not, and was never,
and never will be crazy.

Until a short while ago,
my neurosis

allowed you, who are possessive
and self-centered,

and ignorant in psycho-analysis,
in my home...

- "My"?
- Yes, "my".

Why? Who pays for everything?

Whose money is it? Mine.
So it is my home.

It's ours. We are married.
We have a communion of goods.

Our marriage was my ruin.

My troubles began
from the day I met you.

- Repeat it, if you dare!
- Of course I will.

Having married you was a tragedy.

Very well. Then you are free.

Free and happy.
We are both all set.

- In what sense?
- You don't understand. How stupid.

- I have another man.
- Another man?

I didn't want to tell you, but
I've kept this secret for 3 years.

Now that you've recovered...

What is it? Do you feel ill?

- I'm fine.
- Go back to your psychoanalyst!

This morning he said I've recovered.
I'll go back and say I'm cuckolded?

- I'll strangle you, slut!
- That's bullshit!

Know what it means to live 7 years
with a man with neurosis?

- I thought I'd go crazy too!
- So you went with another man.

For three years.
And you're not a slut?

You never had any affection for me.
Only when we make love.

I never cheated on you,
even when I wanted to.

You're monogamous because you're
reactionary, Fascist, bourgeois.

What the hell are you saying?

- What are you doing?
- Leaving.

Before neurosis gets me since I'm
in contact with a disgusting world!

I hope the pig with whom you cheated
on me, has a pile of money

because I won't even give you
cigarette money!

She's probably spying
from the balcony,

and furious to see
that I'm taking the car.

I won't leave it to her.
It’s mine, by God!

Maybe I should take a pill,
even if I've recovered.

Giuseppe!

- Is it you?
- Sylvaine!

Sylvaine.

What are you doing out at this hour?

What about you?

It's been a long time!
How many years? Are you ok?

- Yes.
- What are you doing?

Going to the Salvatore clinic
to get my husband

who came to Rome
for a difficult operation.

- It means you married a surgeon.
- Anesthetist.

- What?
- Anesthetist.

That one?

He is a very good man.
It wasn't his fault with you.

There was nothing wrong with you.

Your illness wasn't here.
It was here.

It's true.

We don't live in Rome anymore,
and rarely come.

For difficult operations,
Professor Alberti wants my husband

who works at the L'Aquila hospital.
- L'Aquila?

I like living in the province.

It's a more real life.

With its easy pace,

the mysterious fascination
of boredom.

- What about you?
- I am fine.

Very.

I'd like to know more about you,

but I have to rush
because my husband

is waiting for me in the street.
Come see me in L'Aquila.

- Yes.
- Doctor Miglietta.

Everyone knows him in the city.

Bye.

I'm glad I saw you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

There. From that sessile oak...

to this sessile oak here.

From that olive plant
to the sessile oak over there.

Then the valley down there
up to this part here.

You've grown.

We weren't able to find this place.
It's far away.

- But it's beautiful.
- Yes, very.

How are you?

Your hair has become a bit gray.

It's a... family trait.

You still write?

I something think
of starting to write again,

but usually I don't think
about it at all.

All I care about is keeping
as far away from men as possible.

Then you're sorry that we came.

You are not men,
you two are a part of me.

I won't enter because I don't want
to see that you live like a beggar.

I'm fine, you know?

Everything is in order.
The house, the vegetable orchard.

If you want, I'll go get a shirt.

It's ironed.

In a bit the lights will turn on
down there.

The land you see is Sicily.

The land where your grandfather
worked,

where I lived as a child.

When the lights turn on, it's like...

It's like a lovely nativity scene.

You can't miss this moment.

Giuseppe! Mr. Giuseppe!

Shall I finish watering?

Yes, you do it, thank you.