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Lucia?

We have to go.

(VOCI INDISTINTE E URLA IN LONTANANZA)

-Sasa wants to eat me! -It is not true!

-Look how he's eating me! -Shut up Pierino!

-Shh! -Idiot!

Hello.

-Yes? -I'm Anna, the new nurse.

The Vincentian Sisters... sent me.

Thank you.

Stop! You, young lady!

Tell us your name and the reason for your visit.

Um... I'm Anna, the new nurse.

-He sent me... -Do you have a cigarette, Anna?

-No, I don't smoke. -Then you can't get through!

It's the rule. You can't get through without a cigarette.

-Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away! -Eagle!

-Go away! -No! No!

Damn you and whoever placed you here! Shoo!

Get back up there and don't bother me, or I'll kick you.

(EAGLE'S VERSES)

Don't worry, it's touched like a woodpecker.

You're the new girl, huh? Come on, come on.

-Sorry I'm late. -You're welcome.

You gave me an extra half hour of fresh air.

I'm Camilla from pavilion 90.

Start with me, let's see how you feel.

-Are your shoes comfortable? -Not really, why?

Eh, tomorrow I'll change them. Here you're trotting like a mule, my dear, eh?

So, we are here, Pavilion 90.

Calm and convalescent, semi-agitated, suicidal,

disturbers not very agitated,

affected by common physical illnesses.

Pavilion 17 is here. Never go there, is that clear?

Infirmary, chapel and refectory.

Try to memorize, eh?

For the next intervention, I would like to introduce

our most avant-garde psychiatrist,

Oreste Gentile, who presents a work entitled

"The action of chlorpromazine associated with ECT,

in primary delusional experience".

Oreste.

ORESTE: Lucia, are you ready?

ORESTE: Come on, let's go.

(quietly) Come on. Good girl.

Thank you director and thank you everyone.

I am truly honored to be here with you today.

I would like to introduce Lucia,

one of my patients. She is 15 years old, schizophrenic.

Before starting therapy, Lucia suffered...

from delusional hallucinations, paroxysmal anxiety attacks,

aggressive and violent acts and a constant and never-tamed

positive attitude. Keeping her together with the other children

was almost impossible. But now, as you can see,

almost a year after the treatment,

chlorpromazine is giving really excellent results.

And Lucia is much better, right?

(VOICE) Doctor?

Dr. D, my friend, please.

Thank you.

How did you diagnose a schizophrenic disorder

-in such a young patient? -In fact, Lucia...

is the youngest patient ever tested

chlorpromazine.

And that is the most important aspect of my research.

-You didn't answer my question. -Because the diagnosis is correct.

I don't need to justify it.

-Did you tell us about the side effects? -There aren't any.

You might not have noticed. (VOICE)

He might not have noticed.

-Excuse me, you're talking about schizophrenia, -Yes.

but in such a young patient, a severe depression,

-can have the same effect. -But what are you insinuating?

That she is administering a potentially dangerous drug

to a patient who may not need it.

Yes, yes, of course. We know the doctor's theories well.

She prefers the civil complaint to the psychiatric proposal.

-She makes it a social issue. -I practice psychiatry,

and I'm questioning her methods.

Look at her. Just having brought her here, is a mistake.

But if it were up to her, she would abolish psychotropic drugs.

If it were up to me, I would abolish all mental hospitals. (VOICE)

-Yes, I would abolish mental hospitals. -And then where would you send them?

-Crazy people are dangerous. -No! When would you ever! If we let them go free they will do nothing else

-but steal and beg. -Everyone begs.

(LUCIA'S DESPERATION LINES) Yes, but doses that are excessive.

Please, gentlemen! Calm down. (LUCIA SCREAMS)

Forgive me!

Gentlemen,

let's start again at three.

What a beautiful child you have.

I thought he took after his father, instead he takes after me.

No one at home will take care of him, I have to bring him here.

What's it like growing up with nuns?

Terrible.

And what did you do to get sent here?

I think... Sister Matilde owed Sister Teresa a favor.

I feel sorry for you.

I'm happy.

They didn't want me anywhere else.

I know it's bad to tie people up, but if they go haywire

-you have to use these. -Haywire?

Yes, if they go haywire.

-Does this happen often? -Of course, my dear.

But luckily we're with the kids.

(SHOUTING IN THE DISTANCE)

So, let's introduce ourselves.

Aristide, epileptic.

-Domenico, oli... oligo... -Oligophrenic.

It means he shits himself and you have to change him.

Then...

-I can't walk. -Dysplasia.

But he can sing like a nightingale, isn't that right?

Show me how you do it cip-cip.

Cip, cip.

-You really are a beautiful girl. -Yes, but don't let it make you soft.

They may be recoverable but they are still broken children.

Don't forget it.

Sasà, do you want to try? (SASA' TRIES TO SPEAK)

Dementia. We're trying different things.

-I have la-la, lacadia... -L'artisia.

We just don't know how to take it.

Dr. Gentile is doing some experiments

(stammering) Camilla, can I touch it today, please?

Yes. If you stay still I'll let you hold it.

Sorry, you lost.

Antonio, autistic.

-Sara, compulsive scratching. -That's not true, I don't scratch myself.

Pinuccio, paroxysmal anxiety.

Anita, schizophrenic.

And then we have Cesarino, cataplectic.

(DOOR OPENS)

Lucia!

Lucia is back.

-So, how did it go? -Let's leave it, go on.

-I told you to leave her at home! -You're right...

Shh! This is no place for children.

-Lucia has to change. -Yes, the new girl will take care of it.

How dry you are. Sister Teresa didn't tell me.

-I'm sorry. -You have to put on weight, otherwise these people will eat you!

-Go, go over there, help her. -Let's go.

(LAUGHING)

Stop it, right now!

That one won't even last a month.

Let's go to the room right now. Come on!

-Can I? -CAMILLA: Enough! Enough arguing.

I'll ground you all!

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Don't make me angry, okay!

Are you hurt?

We have to treat her.

It's nothing.

Look, I can do it.

Then, if we treat her, she'll get better right away.

Sorry.

It's just my first day, so I don't know how it works yet.

Do you have any advice?

Keep your eyes down.

-I want the girl! -Marì...

Your cutting-edge

experiments have nothing innovative.

They only serve to calm psychiatrists' anxieties.

And mine too. Chlorpromazine, Marì,

-is giving excellent results. -Not on Lucia!

-Especially in the case... -Not about Lucia.

-Especially in the case of Lucia! -Come on!

Imposing a therapy has nothing therapeutic about it.

In fact, look, I'm not the only one saying that.

Here. Read it.

Ah! Lager, it seems a bit exaggerated, don't you think.

You're not a prison director anymore!

This therapy...

this playroom of Dr. Lang,

-why would it be different? -Because the girl

would not be tied, nor contained, but would be free.

And when you are free, you are capable of doing anything.

-Even hurting yourself. -Even healing!

Oh, come on...

I know,

after so many years in here I wouldn't believe it either.

But let's look at it this way.

If I'm wrong, absolutely nothing will have changed,

but if I'm right...

in the psychiatry books there will also be your name.

And you?

How are you?

(SOFT MUSIC) (VOCATION IN THE DISTANCE)

(CONTINUOUS MUSIC)

Someone's gone.

(CONTINUOUS MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE)

Clean up down there.

But...

-What is this music? -Are you finished?

Come with me.

From today you will be under the tutelage of Dr. D'amico.

They'll reduce your psychiatric drugs...

and as a result, the hallucinations will be stronger than before.

We're back to the Middle Ages, you see?

Leech bloodletting, urine as an antiseptic,

boar bile enemas!

Come on, come on.

I thought I was clear.

-I don't want any restraints. -They're the rules.

I make the rules in here.

She's happy, right?

-For what? -For stealing my patient.

Lucia is a person who can't be stolen.

Here. Learn it well, because in here you need it like bread.

-But where are we going? -To the new doctor.

You have to wait until Lucia finishes therapy

and then take her back to surveillance.

This place is ours.

We can do whatever we want.

There is only one rule.

You don't have to take anything out.

At least for now.

Is there anything you like?

-Lucia? -(quietly) How stressful this is, how stressful...

-Lucia, enough. -(quietly) How stressful is this...

Stress, depression, doctor... (TENSION MUSIC)

See you tomorrow?

Shall we go?

Lucia, do you know what that music was?

(SOUND) (INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPERING)

(muffled voice) Lucia? (LUCIA SCREAMS)

(muffled voice) Lucia? Lucia, come back here! Lucia! Lucia?

(SCREAMS) Where do you think you're going?

-Stay still! -I'm sorry...

-It slipped out. -Give me the laces.

Um...

-I don't have them, I forgot them. -Bad!

(screaming) Ouch!

-My name is Carlo. -Anna.

-I'm the head of surveillance. -Ouch!

Don't lose her again, Anna.

(SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE)

(SCREAMS CONTINUE)

(INDISTINCT VOICES AND SCREAMS)

(whispering) Sunflower, it's for you.

-Doctor. -Good morning.

Come on, eat. Set a good example.

I've been thinking, you know, about your... theories.

About what it would be like to let them be free to do what they want.

It might be right for us.

-Definitely more human. -Hm.

(VOICE)

Oh!

Stop! Stop, what are you doing? Stay still! Get back in your place!

-Children, stop. -Go sit down. Go sit down!

-Okay! -Stop!

Get back to your senses. Get back to your senses!

(INDISTINCT CHILDREN'S VOICES) Get back to your senses!

Enough. (BABY CRIES)

Get back to your senses, come on!

-Get back to your place! -Enough!

-Get back to your place. -Do you see them? Do you see them?

-Come on, get back to eating! -These are sick, not patients.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

-They need to be contained for their own good. -(crying) I want apples.

If we let them go, they are capable of killing themselves, all of them.

Go ahead.

Do you feel pain?

Can you hear my voice?

Because I will be with you, I will continue to talk to you.

Slowly, slowly, you... you will be able to hear the things I say to you.

I'm not so sure that you can't hear me.

I have time...

and I'll wait for you.

(MAKES BIRD NOISES)

Nun? Nun.

Have you made friends with the turret tool?

Tool?

(MAKES BIRD NOISES)

-If it bothers you, I'll talk to him. -No need, thanks.

And that one?

It's broken.

But maybe Camilla keeps another pair.

If you wait for Camilla, you'll be barefoot, I tell you.

Come with me.

What's up?

You don't trust the head of surveillance?

Shall we go?

Let's go.

(BIRD SOUNDS)

(TENSION MUSIC)

Nice, huh?

What kind of place is this?

A place... forbidden, but not for us.

Here we are.

This is for you and this is for me.

I can't, they belong to someone.

Someone who will never use them again.

And then you can't work barefoot.

You really are a child, aren't you?

I have to go, Camilla is waiting for me.

-Today is visiting day. -Let her wait, what's the harm?

(in Neapolitan) Let's hurry. (SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)

So. Pinuccio. (INDISTINCT VOICES)

Hm. Sara? (SCREAMS CONTINUE)

Cesarino?

Cesarino?

Cesare?

-(in Neapolitan) Let's go, come on! -Put your wrists together.

Okay. Anita?

Is Anita there? (INDISTINCT VOICES)

-You're late again. -I'm sorry.

-Where are you going, you're standing there. -And that one?

-It's broken, but it's okay. -Come here.

Come.

So, Antonio is missing.

And then we have our Lucia.

Come on, Lucì. Come on, Lucia.

Come on, your mother will be upset.

Okay, do what you want.

She always does this. That poor woman tries it every month.

Come on.

-Camilla? -Oh?

But can I take them out?

Do as you wish.

I won't take responsibility.

-What do you think, are you up for it? -Yes, yes! -Yes, let's go out, handsome!

-Don't forget to tie them up! -Yes, yes, let's go out! Let's go out!

-Come on! -Yes!

-Antonio... -How nice!

Let's go see.

Wait.

-Did you play? -So you play...

Come on!

-Lucia! -Send her away.

Ma'am, I'm sorry...

I drove two hours to come and see you.

-Ma'am, please... -Shut up! She's my daughter!

Ue!

Oh! And look at me!

I'm talking to you. Oh!

What is it, she doesn't talk?

-Lucia! -CHILD: Good girl!

Ue! Enough! What are you doing?

-Madam! -I'm not coming to see you anymore!

-Enough! Enough! -Take them away! Take them away!

(OVERLAPPING VOICES YELLING) Take them away! Take them away! Away!

Away!

-Away. -Away!

Madam, I'm sorry.

Come on, Mimi!

Faster, faster, faster!

-I want Sasà! I want Sasà! -Come on, Grazia, you can't fit.

-I have to take you. -He'll carry it.

They always do that.

You look like a beautiful fairy.

Mimì! Pierino, enough! Otherwise I'll take you inside.

(LAUGHING) No!

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

She's a loser. She won't catch me!

Mimi won't catch me! Mimi won't catch me!

Mimi is a loser!

Be careful!

Lucia?

But who is that man?

Is he her dad?

He comes every month, but he never comes near.

Why?

Sir? Sir, excuse me?

Your son would like to speak to you.

-Sir! -Sir? Sir? Sir?

-ANNA: Sir, wait! -Sir! -Sir!

Sir?

Camilla, do you know what the Sunflowers are?

The crazy people who wander around alone.

There must be 10 or 12 of them in the whole hospital.

-Lucia wants to become one of them. -Yes, of course, of course.

Why not?

Because she'll soon be an adult and they'll move her to another ward.

-Where? -Am I a doctor?

I don't know.

But if they put her in the wrong one she certainly won't be saved.

Please, don't forget your shoes.

You're angry.

Anger is sometimes good.

You're just not used to it.

I don't want to be here.

-Why? -I want candy.

They hurt you.

That's not true. They give it to everyone.

Because they don't want you to feel.

They're scared.

We're crazy.

Is that what you think of yourself?

Yes.

I don't think so.

So what am I?

Not what, but who.

And I hope that one day you will be the one to tell me.

(WHISTLE)

Eagle?

Eagle!

NUN: Just 5 more minutes and then we're off, okay!

Thank you, Miss!

We thank you warmly.

Tell us, what's going on with you?

You're a Sunflower, aren't you Eagle?

We are and we do it.

And what do you have to do to become one?

You have to be well to seem normal. Like us.

Here almost no one succeeds.

-Do you want to become a Sunflower? -No, it's for a friend

She's in pavilion 90.

In 90, when they grow up, or they become Sunflowers...

or they take them away.

-And where? -It depends on how they are.

The baddest ones, though, they put them in 17.

Once they're in there, they never come out.

The end! Kaput!

You're beautiful, you know that?

And what's in 17?

(TENSION MUSIC)

(quietly) The horror.

(LAUGHS)

Do you remember anything from when you were little?

I remember the sea.

Was it beautiful?

He ate the rain.

The black sky.

All the bad.

He broke the mouth of the good.

The salt?

Sweet salt.

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

Do you know him?

Yes.

My father used to read it to me.

Where is your father?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

-Do you want to tell me how it happened? -If I tell you, you won't believe it.

You know...

You remind me a little of Peter.

A child who doesn't want to grow up.

In here if you grow up you are dead.

You are dead if you give up.

Unfortunately we have to say goodbye.

Tomorrow we can start reading it.

I have a tradition, at the end of the session...

I always give my patients one of these.

They're good, really.

I don't want to leave.

I'm glad.

But I'll see you tomorrow. Hm?

What if I died tomorrow?

Tomorrow you'll be alive.

ALL: (singing) If you hear this grain,

you're as crazy as a dwarf.

ALL: Shoulder, leg, chest, scratch your ass.

If you can, pull my finger... there you are healed.

ALL: But be careful, because from behind you might get a breath.

For you.

Be careful, Lucia hasn't been out in years.

I'm sure it will do her good.

Ciao Lucia! Take your thoughts for a walk.

(EAGLE LAUGHING)

Ah!

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

What are you doing? Aren't you coming?

Lucia?

Lucia, come. Come on!

Leave her alone, she'll come.

You know, there are people who when they arrive on the beach

they get caught up in a great enthusiasm.

They build wonderful, beautiful sand castles.

They don't think that then...

the tide will come and destroy everything.

Then there are others who sit on the shore...

and wait for the tide to come in.

Without illusions... or sorrows.

Spectators of life.

And they touch the sand only to feel its heat.

Lucia is part of this first category.

She lives everything intensely.

She doesn't think about what will happen next.

You, on the other hand, are part of the second.

Because you know life.

I don't know anything at all.

Then don't go over the line.

Don't go over the line.

It's not good for you or her.

Nor for therapy.

-Lucia! -Wait.

Wait.

(LAUGHS)

Lucia! Lucia, what are you doing?

You're freezing, Lucia. Come!

Come, Lucia. Come. (LUCIA LAUGHS)

-Come, Lucia. -Come here.

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

I started hearing things.

What?

Things I don't want to hear.

They enter the puzzle of my head and go down to my stomach.

It's even further down.

The things I hear scare me.

You don't have to be afraid.

But if you trust bad things, then it happens that you do bad things.

You must not listen to them.

Listen to the beautiful things. What do they tell you?

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

(BIRD CRYING)

(WHISTLING)

(BIRD CRYING)

(SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(MUSIC: "GUARDA COME DONDOLO" BY EDOARDO VIANELLO)

(MUSIC INTERRUPTS)

-What is this mess? -We're just dancing.

You're here to work! Get yourself together!

And remember that just as I hired you, I can also fire you!

CAMILLA: I told them fifty thousand times.

These are already agitated, so you unleash them even more.

Just a song, what's wrong with that?

Starting tomorrow, you'll be working nights, so we can see if you still want to dance.

Nun! But this one's not good enough during the day, let alone at night

-what can she do! -Maybe we didn't explain ourselves.

In here, I'm the one who decides!

Now go to work. (screaming) Right away!

Bim, boom, bam. Bim, boom, bam.

You may have grown up with nuns,

but you don't have a damn thing about a nun.

If they put you in at night, don't you dare talk to Carlo.

It's mine. Are we clear?

-You didn't understand anything at all. -I understood that you're being smart

with other women's men.

(SNINK)

(in Neapolitan) My nose tells me that you smell like a slut.

(in Neapolitan) Be careful.

Listen to this,

I was your age when I came in here.

I had my mother's strong legs.

I walked every day from here to the village

and I didn't feel tired.

And then I trusted the wrong tool.

Once.

Sign!

And stay awake!

-Hi, Anna. -Shh.

(NOISE IN THE DISTANCE)

(DOOR SLAM)

Anna?

-Good morning, doctor. -Good morning.

Thank you, I need to speak to Lucia.

-Why does she want to talk, not her? -But it's none of your business.

(quietly) Lucia? Lucia?

Wake up, hey!

Lucia, it's me, we have to go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. (LUCIA YAWNS)

Come on.

Mimi, sleep. Sleep. Come on.

Doctor, I'm sorry, but you couldn't do that.

-Dr. D'Amico said... -Do your job, I'll do mine.

Come. This way.

How are you, Lucia?

Good.

How's this therapy going?

Good.

Take off your clothes and lie down.

So?

What's the problem?

Are you ashamed?

We've done it a thousand times.

Come on, undress, please.

I'm worried about you, Lucia.

Look, you can talk to me, okay!

I won't tell anyone.

You think you've improved?

ALL: Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!

Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!

-Enough! Everyone go to bed! -EVERYONE: Piss! Piss!

-Enough! I said enough! -Piss! Piss! Piss!

-Enough! -Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!

-Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss! -Enough!

What's going on in here!

I'm leaving regular delivery of patients number 10.

Only Lucia was taken away by Dr. Gentile

-at 7:15 this morning. -Piscione. Piscione.

Are you crazy?

(screaming) Come back here right now you have to help me!

-Shoo! -Piscione. Piscione.

Mute.

And you, go to your room right now!

You should start again with the old therapy.

This playroom is only hurting you.

You need treatment.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Trust me.

It will be our secret.

(KNOCKING) Not now.

Doctor, to visit Lucia you have to ask

-to Dr. D'Amico. -Are you crazy? Go away.

You have to talk to the doctor.

You have to go, it's unacceptable, I'll have you fired.

-You have to talk to the doctor! -Lucia!

Lucia, come here.

Lucia?

What he did is unacceptable. He should be struck off.

GENTILE: You don't care about the girl.

-Lucia is sick. -Lucia is not sick.

You made her believe that.

Lucia is just a traumatized girl who can get better.

There are people who can't get better.

There are people who will remain fragile forever.

And if you can't accept that...

then it can't cure anyone.

What does that mean?

That he hasn't learned anything.

Marì! Marì..

-Lucia will get out of here. -Lucia doesn't want to get out of here.

Stay away from her.

He'll end up killing her.

It's not a coincidence, is it?

-What? -That madness is female.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, I swear.

What are you writing?

It's a secret.

I like secrets.

Tell me one of yours, then.

When I was little, when I was in the orphanage,

I imagined that my parents were a king and queen

from a far away land,

who would arrive in a great carriage,

dressed in glitter and full of jewels.

And when...

the priest would pretend that I wasn't there,

they would wage war on him

and take me to their kingdom.

So that they could make me a princess.

-Why are you laughing? -That's the stupidest thing we've ever heard.

-Your Highness, Your Lordship... -Lucia, stop it!

What's going on?

-Anna thinks she's a princess. -That's not true!

-The Princess and the Pea. -Lucia, shut up!

Anna, thank you. Thank you for being with her,

but now we have to start therapy.

-No, don't go. -It's better this way, since I make you laugh so much.

Please, I want you to stay.

Just this once.

Okay, just this once.

(SIGHS)

>ANNA: When the first child laughed for the first time,

his laughter broke into a thousand pieces

and from each piece a fairy was born.

But do you know that fairies also die?

It happens when children grow up and no longer believe in fairies.

Every time a child says: "I don't believe in fairies",

a fairy dies. (MIMI' CRIES)

-Mimi... -I want my mommy.

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

(whispering) What is he doing?

(CRYING)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

-(whispering) You fell asleep. -I just need to get into the rhythm.

It happens to everyone at first. I won't say anything.

Thanks.

Night shifts are tiring for me too.

It's nice to have company.

Maybe last time I was a little direct.

But someone like you, in here, has never been.

-Carlo, I don't know what to tell you. -Let yourself go.

What's your problem?

-Look, if it's for Camilla... -It's not for Camilla.

I'm working.

And it doesn't seem like it to me. One of the tools peed himself,

-I smell it. -It happens.

And when it happens you have to punish them! Come on!

Children, come on, wake up! Wake up, come on! Wake up!

Piss hunting, go on, wake up! Wake up!

CARLO: The first one to find it wins a prize. Come on, wake up!

-If the name doesn't come out, Anna will punish everyone. -Forget it.

It's your job, not to be a child.

-Was it you? -It wasn't her.

Let's see.

Get out of bed.

Get out of bed!

I can't believe you're still crapping yourself.

But you were good.

-You told the truth! -Let her go! -Stay still, get up! Let's go, come on!

-Shut up! Stay still! -LUCIA: No! No! -Carlo!

-Shut up! -Let go of her! -LUCIA: (screaming) No!

-LUCIA: No! Let go of me! -Let go of her! -Shut up!

(LUCIA SCREAMS)

-Ouch! -Go inside, now!

Get her out immediately. I decide how to punish her, do you understand?

No!

There are rules to follow and this is my job.

See you tomorrow night.

And I hope to find you awake.

-Go to bed! -Yes.

(PANTS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS - INDISTINCT VOICES) (HISTING IN CRESCENDO)

ANNA: Lucia? (CONTINUOUS HISTING)

Lucia, talk to me.

Lucia?

Lucia, everything's fine.

-I'm here. -Were your parents beautiful?

Um...

I've never met them.

The ones in the dream, I mean.

(SIGHS)

My mother had red hair.

Dad, on the other hand, was tall and strong.

Like the statue of Jesus that was at Sister Teresa's.

My father had black hair like mine.

Lucia?

But why did you take the blame?

Mimì doesn't like being here.

He was born in a mental hospital.

Mom is in ward 17.

They only saw each other once.

I didn't know.

The nurses don't know these things.

But I want to know about you.

My mother killed my father.

How do you know?

I heard it.

And when I said it, they locked me up.

Did you tell the doctor?

No.

-Why not? -Because the grown-ups don't trust what I say.

Did you just tell me?

Yes.

What's wrong with you?

-Go away. -Can you show it to me?

Come on, come on, show it to me. Come on, come on, give it to me!

(screaming) It's mine!

(LUCIA SCREAMS) Give it to me right now or I'll kill you!

-Let go of me! Let go of me! -Stop!

Let go of me!

Give it to me!

Come here! Stop! I said, stop!

(INDISTINCT VOICES AND SHOUTING)

-Come here! -No, no!

Stay still! (LUCIA SCREAMS)

-Stop! -Don't hurt him!

Stop!

-And stay still! -Let go! Let go!

Go! Go!

-And what is this? -He had it in his hand!

LUCIA: Pierino steals! He has a hiding place.

No!

No!

(SCREAMS)

That's enough!

(COUGHING)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

Exit.

(BABY WHINING)

What happened?

It went wrong, does it take so long to figure that out?

-But he shouldn't do it. -The nun decided.

-And the therapy? -Oh, and you're quiet.

I'm trying to get him to sleep.

-Listen, Camilla, go ahead. -Eh?

I'll stay with her, maybe the baby is bothered by the humidity.

Okay.

# Look how I swing

# Look how I swing

# With the twist..

# With the legs at an angle

# With the legs at an angle

# I dance the twist

# It must be because I swing

# It must be your eyes that shine

# But I see-I see a thousand fireflies

# Come towards me together with you.

# Together with you

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND)

(DOOR SQUEAKS AND SLAM)

What's going on?

(SOFT MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

What I saw is unacceptable.

Please, I need this job.

Lucia is under my care.

And things like shouldn't happen.

From today you will take care of protecting her.

You have to find a way.

You have to keep her away from all those punishments,

pills, therapies...

But I don't count for anything in here.

I didn't say it would be easy.

But they'll fire me.

If you don't do it... I'll get you fired.

And if you have to, lower your gaze, but never your head.

What are you two doing?

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

(CONTINUOUS MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(TENSION MUSIC)

What the fuck are you doing here?

You're a disgusting tool, you are.

You want to go back to the ward, huh?

That bitch will be wondering what the fuck happened to you.

But for me monsters have to stay like this.

-You... -What?

-Monster. -What? What?

(SCREAMS)

Good morning, ma'am.

Carlo...

Carlo!

Carlo! Carlo?

(SCREAMS)

Carlo!

Carlo!

Carlo! Help!

Help!

So, who was it?

Was it you?

Sasà...

(SASA' CRIES AND GETS AGITATED)

-Stop! Stay still! -At 0.7 that's enough.

-Ready? -Ready.

(SASA' SCREAMS)

Stay still.

Help me.

Come.

I'm cold, turn off the water.

I won't touch you.

Go back to your place. He washes himself.

He's just a child, they've punished him enough already.

He's a beast. Did you see what he did?

Maybe Carlo deserved it.

Don't you dare ever again!

Help!

(CAMILLA'S PAIN LINES)

-Leave me alone! Leave me alone! -What's going on here?

(INDISTINCT VOICES AND SCREAMS) CAMILLA: Help!

Ue! Where are you going? (CAMILLA CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Leave her alone!

Take the keys!

No! No!

Oh! Ue! Leave me alone! (INDISTINCT VOICES)

ANNA: Lucia, come!

Lucia!

ANNA: Come on!

Get out.

Lucia, let's go!

-Lucia, please! -No!

We can do it!

(SCREAMS) Come away, please.

Please!

Lucia, please!

Lucia!

Let's go, Lucia!

(BIRD CRIES)

(EAGLE CONTINUES CRIES) Please!

Come on, Lucia! Please, Lucia!

I'm sorry.

Lucia!

(CONTINUES MAKING VERSES)

-No! No! Please, no! Leave me alone! -Take her inside.

Lucia!

(LUCIA SCREAMS)

LUCIA: Leave me alone! No!

(LUCIA SCREAMS)

Lucia!

Please, don't look at me like that.

Say something.

The devil has taken you you, Lucia.

That girl brought him to you.

(SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)

In hell only the devil can help you.

And now...

this... is no use.

Go.

(SCREAMS)

-No! -It was you!

-No! -Yes!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

Let go of me!

-No! No! No! -Let go of me!

-Let go of me! -No! No! No!

Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh!

Sh...

Do you know my son?

You're from '90, right?

Do you know him? My son.

-Mimi. -Mimi.

Mimi, yes.

Mimi.

My child is good. Yes.

My love has grown up.

He's risen.

He's risen like dough, yes! (LAUGHS)

I think he'll become a doctor, like his dad.

Yes, he will, because he's good.

And then he lets both of us go out.

To me and you. Yes, yes, yes, true!

True! True!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Eagle!

Eagle!

Eagle!

(whispering) I'm here.

Eagle, come here. Eagle...

Come here.

Where are you going, Eagle? Eagle!

Hello.

Hello.

She has your eyes, you know?

(DOOR OPENS)

I remember the first time I saw her.

Lucia was seven years old.

She cried, she screamed, like a little eagle.

It looked like... a little bird with broken wings.

It stuck to my legs and wouldn't let go.

We'll never agree you and I, doctor.

No. We'll never agree.

(SIGHS)

Since she was born, Lucia has done nothing but cause me grief.

Never a caress, a nice gesture.

And now, after everything that happened, you come and tell me

that I haven't been a good mother.

No one has ever said anything like that.

Well, you think so.

He started saying that I was the one who killed his father.

He told everyone.

His brothers, his neighbors, the priest.

But Ciro died alone.

On an ordinary day.

There.

He fell off the chair and never got up again.

Lucia was sitting opposite.

She was six years old.

And since then everything has changed.

She started hearing... voices.

It must not have been easy for her.

No.

It wasn't.

(VOICES AND SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE)

(TENSION MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT MUSIC)

(SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE)

Wait.

(SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE)

There.

Wait. Go.

Come on.

Poor little girl.

Where's Anna?

They fired her, right?

I'm so sorry.

I won't be able to see her again.

I'll be here with you.

We'll continue to work together.

Your mother signed a special permit for us.

And the director agrees.

We'll get you out of that pavilion, Lucia.

Can you do...

something for me?

Sure, whatever you want.

Anna?

She made me swear that I wouldn't read it.

What are you doing? Lucia! Lucia! Leave me!

"Dear Anna, I miss you."

"You and those little brats of dwarves of the pavilion of happy madness."

>ANNA: "In this place forgotten by everyone."

>"In this cage full of screams and silences,

you were my voice and my freedom."

>"You taught me that I could feel and I felt you."

>"You are my sun that warms my skin."

>"You told me that if I only think about bad things,

then they happen. And I'm trying, Anna."

>"But you are the most beautiful thing I can think of."

>"And now I feel cold and everything is darker."

>"I miss you, my sunshine."

>"I was afraid to go out, and now I'm afraid to stay."

"I want to hear the sound of the sea again,

which is as beautiful as you when you smile and look at me."

>"I've decided to take you with me."

>"Inside me."