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"Your eyes
are dull," the actress told me.

But the passion for freedom remained alive,

because there is so much
life that is lost everywhere.

Directly from Versailles!

But isn't that a nice gift?

So when he sleeps, he can travel, go.

That's too much, Commander.

But when ever!

Am I or am I not the godfather of
Raimondo and this little girl on the way?

We don't even
know if it's female.

It's female, I'll tell you.

I know these things.

Look how beautiful she is.

- Mmh.
- Bella.

Cry! Cry and push!

- Ah!
- Go, push!

Push!

Push!

- Ah!
- You did it!

It's a girl!

I told you! I know these things!

Big party at my house tomorrow.

What do we call it?

What do we call her?

Parthenope!

Let's call her Parthenope!

Do you agree?

You're a diva.

You didn't answer
me. Do you agree?

Of course I agree.

A cigarette after
swimming in the sea tastes

better than after
swimming in the pool.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No, you?

No.

I'm still too young to
catch all the nuances.

And Raimondo?

Spring has begun.

So?

They went to see Naples undressing.

Let's go?

Can I come in?

No.

But you can walk around the carriage.

Do you want to get engaged to me?

Do you see the future down there, Sandri'?

It's bigger than me and you.

When did you invent these things?

On the road,

on my carriage.

What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

Ascione Franco.

Professor, can I go to the
bathroom for a moment?

At university you already get
pissed on and shit on, sit down.

They say you are so bad
because you have a very sick son.

What do you know that I don't?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Di Sangro Parthenope.

Look how beautiful this one is.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

The three dates for Gouliane.

One, the individual. Two, the
situation he finds himself in.

Three, his way of dealing
with the given situation.

And Althusser?

Althusser is the other soul.

In harmony with determinists,
structuralists and culturologists,

he considers the anthropological moment
as ideological, but I'm not interested.

- What interests you?
- Always Gouliane.

A culture is a set of
spiritual and material values,

which respond to the
sum of existential problems,

which, starting from the acquisition
of food, arrive at the creations of art.

I not only agree with this, but I am moved.

Is my comment so irrelevant
that it makes you laugh?

Ok, ok, she knows everything.

Thirty.

I don't know anything,
but I like everything.

What don't you know?

I don't understand what anthropology is.

Well, thirty with honors.

Professor Marotta, what is anthropology?

You young people want answers, but
you don't know how to ask questions.

- Are you not satisfied?
- No.

Yours is just a dramatic response.

Anthropology is the science that
studies human types and aspects

from a morphological and
psychological point of view.

Is that the right answer?

No, that's just the answer I can afford.

Lévi-Strauss, first phase.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

Oh! The commander always wins!

So? Have you decided?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Come work in your office
and learn my father's work,

I don't think it's for me.

One day, when your father retires,

you could run my shipping company.

I'm not like my father.

You have to find a job.

Raimondo, you're all grown up now.

Let me embark on one of your ships,

the one that goes to the North,
to the Baltic, as a cabin boy.

You are in the most beautiful place in the
world. Why do you want to go to the cold?

It is impossible to be happy in
the most beautiful place in the world.

For the commander without salt.

Porridge! Hip, hip, hurrah!

But I say, a ragù, right?

It's tradition, Mom was English.

You're from Milan,

a cutlet, a risotto with ossobuco…

Parthe', what are you reading?

John Cheever.

Alcoholic, depressed, wonderful.

Parthe', you are young.

Why do you bother with America's problems?

University? Have you started?

Anthropology, thirty with
honors with Professor Marotta.

A wonderful man.

When you're young,
everything is wonderful.

When you grow
up, everything fades.

Gusts of optimism.

The certainty of reality makes us
fade, Tonino. Do you understand?

Sasà is sensitive.

He had the idea of giving out one
shoe before the vote and one after.

Great sensitivity even
in that circumstance.

He wrote me many speeches,

he is a genius of rhetoric and accounts.

I've always showered him with money.

If I was mayor of
Naples, it is thanks to him.

- Ah!
- Where did you get burned?

Here.

Let's challenge the porridge.

Challenging is
the right word, porridge is a battle.

As?

It smells like mahogany.

Parthe',

If I were forty years
younger, would you marry me?

That's not the right question.

What's the right one?

If I were forty years
older, would she marry me?

You're such a smart ass.

Your brother Raimondo is fragile.

Come me.

Raimondo sees everything.

Raimondo knows everything.

Here it is.

Answer?

Plus one billion
three hundred million.

Sasà, come here, come. Come.

Big party at my house on Saturday.

- Sasà, who the fuck is that?
- Arturo.

No, his name is Gianni, he
is Parthenope's boyfriend.

Guys, what are you
doing this summer?

Capri.

Capri.

A true Neapolitan
does not go to Capri.

He is either too poor or too lazy.

Until you work, I
won't give you a dime.

I do it somehow.

I want to get engaged to
Alba Nardella, she goes to Capri.

- Who is that?
- What is "who is it"?

It is the Portofino cliff, a divinity.

Shall we go to the beach?

I have to finish practicing.

Let's go to Capri.

Me, you and Sandrino. Let's go to Capri.

We say it every summer and never do it.

With what money?

The money we don't have.

- Where do we sleep?
- Wherever it happens.

What a crazy idea.

Parthe', let yourself go.

The bar is always open, we're
young, let yourself go, huh?

Let yourself go.

Miss, since you are not our guests,

The time has come for you and
your brother to leave the hotel.

If she leaves, we all leave.

I was joking.

What's up, Sandri?

Where are we
going to sleep tonight?

Who knows?

Meanwhile, there's a
party at Silvana Piscitelli's.

Have you noticed
that young people

always shamelessly,
opt for despair?

Excuse me, miss.

His…

He wants to have a picnic with you.

What a crazy idea.

Doesn't he know they invented restaurants?

What do I answer?

That I'm going to a restaurant
with an American friend of mine.

Will you invite me to lunch?

With great pleasure.

The silence.

It's a mystery in the beautiful people.

The failure in the ugly ones.

I've always been ugly, but you…

Are you aware

of the disruption your beauty causes?

I'm starting to suspect something.

If you want to know for sure,
you should become an actress.

I study Anthropology.

She would be perfect to become a diva.

I am Lidia Rocca, film agent.

I only represent those who have made it.

But you should study.

Here, here's my number.

There is the number of the best
acting teacher in Naples, Flora Malva.

Please call her.

Thanks, I'll think about it.

He…

… would like to know when
you can see each other.

He would love to take you
for a ride in the helicopter.

You'll have to wait.

How long?

That's the game, you don't know.

What are you thinking about?

What happened
to all the beautiful plans we made?

As drunkards in the night?

All the promises of friendship,

all the declarations of eternal love

Vanish

with sleep.

They reappear the next day.

Blurred.

Distant.

Impossible.

In uncertain lucidity

of the morning hangover,

life is…

Simply unbearable.

Can
I take a shower at your place?

Huh? Swim!

"How many people have slept here?"

What have lovers said
to each other in this bed?

They always say the same things.

Luckily,

there were writers

who varied the monotony of their words.

I can smell the scent

of everyone who has ever slept here.

"And you?"

And you?

Do you smell it?

Smell what?

The scent of dead loves.

Can I fall in love with you?

I could love you?

If only I could prove to
myself that I don't like men.

You can have it all,

without even asking.

Everyone will be happy for you.

You don't believe me

Just try it.

Beauty is like war.

It opens doors.

Yesterday in the little square
Alba Nardella smiled at me.

And so, the great man
stepped out of his helicopter.

Since she didn't get on it…

In your opinion, will I
have to wait much longer?

I'll finish dancing to
this song and we'll leave.

- Alba Nardella?
- It's me.

- I was looking for you.
- Did you find me?

That's what I hope.

That's my house.

Hmm.

A seafood?

Better not.

It seems that cholera is going
around Naples because of mussels.

- These are from Normandy.
- Ah.

That's just what they told her,
that's how you do it with rich people.

Do you always have
such a ready answer?

I'll try.

I read and study a lot.

How good!

No.

First let's look at summer.

What are you thinking?

I can't sleep with you
just out of politeness.

Is this the only reason
why you would sleep with me?

Good manners.

Don't you find desire a
mystery and sex its funeral?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Anyway, look, I get it, no problem.

I disappointed you

I repeat, no problem.

At the end of the day,
you're not that big of a deal.

Prima, al picnic,

You weren't thinking about anything,

because you are not intelligent.

Parthe', you're a diva.

Good evening.

You must forgive me for this morning.

I was so sad, I didn't introduce myself.

True. My name is Parthenope.

John Cheever.

I have read all of your stories.

Well, life's full of misfortunes.

What are you doing?

Oh, the usual.

Taking a long, sad walk.

Can I join you?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I don't want to steal
one minute of your youth from you.

No no.

Did I do something wrong?

Let's talk a little.

She's not in love with you.

I have, on
the other hand, all my life.

But why?

Because she always runs away.

What could she be thinking?

To always find the right answer.

- Do you want to dance?
- Yes.

Sorry.

Let's go.

What is it?

It's cholera.

Cholera has arrived.

What do you want?

I would like to ask
you about the thesis.

Do you already
have a topic in mind?

Yes.

I would like…

What would you like?

The anthropological reasons for suicide.

Why?

Why…

Because my brother…

Look at me.

I will never judge you.

You will never judge me.

Do you accept his?

I'm not convinced
by the suicide thesis.

Why?

It doesn't help us.

I suggest another topic to you.

The cultural frontiers of the miracle.

Try not to write a thesis
that ends up like this.

Your father and I got married here.

On our wedding night we conceived Raimondo.

It's your fault.

I know.

It's your fault.

I'm Parthenope, I have an
appointment with Flora Malva.

Wait here, she will appear soon.

- Ernesto!
- I'm coming.

I love Naples.

- Me too.
- Wake up, little one.

Imitate me and repeat: "I love Naples".

I love Naples.

You have neither diction nor
intensity. Make yourself comfortable.

Lidia was telling the truth, you
are disturbing, you remind me of me.

I can teach you everything,

except the one thing we will never forget.

The sighs of love.

Do you understand
me when I speak?

Yes, yes.

It's a concept within my grasp.

Good girl, you're insolent.

An actress must be insolent.

Let me introduce you to my
friend Greta Cool, do you know her?

Of course, she's famous,
who doesn't know her?

Did you know that Greta
Cool is an anal sex fan?

But there's nothing wrong with that.

Greta Cool is the smartest of us all,
she's so smart that she's become good.

My husband, Arturo Giani, the
greatest playwright of the 20th century,

he venerated her.

My husband was in theater.

Greta Cool didn't know how to do
theater, it was too difficult for her.

So, I, Flora Malva, entered the scene.

Why do you want
to be an actress?

Uhm…

In old movies, actors
always have a ready answer.

It is true.

Life should be like this.

Instead, we don't sleep at night.

Let us ponder the right response to
give to the men who have offended us.

Beautiful women are insulted all the time.

Are you staying for dinner? Some
friends of my poor husband are coming.

Okay.

- You won't find anyone.
- Why?

Because his is a dead man's dinner.

Why is her face covered?

Some damn Brazilian surgeon butchered her.

- Are you inert?
- I really hope not.

So, never expose your photos.
Even the beauty, don't count on it.

It captivates for the first ten minutes
and irritates for the next ten years.

I'm not hungry anymore,
we deserve a cognac.

Wait for me in the living room,
I'm going to get comfortable.

Christ!

Come in, little one.

Only the steam gives
relief to my gloomy skin.

I knew you couldn't resist, and
that you would come looking for me.

- I was worried.
- No, you were curious.

An actress has a moral duty to be curious,

even a woman, otherwise, succumbs.

- Now would you give me a kiss?
- How?

You understood very well.

I haven't kissed anyone for twenty
years, since I became a widow.

Ernesto has huge
teeth, I tried, but I can't.

It's like kissing a boundary wall.

So?
- I'd like to see your face first.

You wouldn't kiss me anymore.

You can see my mouth. Isn't that enough?

No no…

I would not know.

We can't go back anymore, little one.

Sooner or later, we are
condemned to let ourselves go.

I've always had a beautiful mouth.

Well…

How many dolls!

Motherhood followed me… everywhere.

Why don't you get back to
work with the commander?

I am well off enough to
not have to work anymore.

You've gone crazy.

Yes, I've gone crazy.

What can be done to
bring you to your senses?

A nephew.

A grandson would help us.

What a crazy idea.

Welcome back
to your beautiful Naples.

Beautiful once.

Mrs. Cool, I am Alcide
Riposato, the shipowner's son.

Why didn't your father come?

Because he died six years ago.

He could have come anyway,
we're talking about me.

There's a wonderful surprise for her.

It takes an atomic bomb to surprise me.

Now here we are, the
greatest of all, the diva of divas.

Just for you…

Greta Cool!

Now the surprise we promised her.

The sculptor Drago
Azzurro wanted to portray

her like this. You're
welcome, girls.

You see,

the problem is not
that this statue is ugly.

The problem is you Neapolitans.

You're depressed and you don't know it.

You walk arm in arm with
horror and you don't know it.

You're just sloppy and folksy.

Everyone is laughing at
you, and you don't notice.

You boast about being smart.

But what did you get
out of all this cleverness?

You are poor, cowardly, whiny, backward.

Steal and act badly.

You are always ready to throw
the blame on someone else.

The detective on duty,
the corrupt politician,

the unscrupulous
property developer.

But the misfortune is you.

You are a people of
wretches and you boast of it.

You will never make it.

Dear horrible Neapolitans,
I'm going back to the North,

where beautiful silence reigns,

since I have not been
Neapolitan for many years.

I was saved, but you were not.

You are dead.

A million?

We agreed on thirty, you little idiot.

If you did what you were supposed to do.

You have only disgraced and
humiliated us, because you are ungrateful.

If it wasn't for Naples, you would now
be doing the advertising at Ponti Rossi.

Your mother did the advertising. Who
authorized her to switch to informal?

Give me my thirty million, you dick face.

Greta Cool, go give blowjobs.

Get out! Get out!

But what…

Fuck you!

Who the fuck is that?

I'm Parthenope.

Flora Malva sent me.

What do you want?

I brought your hair back.

Come in.

Take off your fur.

Sit down.

Did you know that Flora
Malva is a fan of anal sex?

But there's nothing wrong with that.

What a shitty evening!

Vulgar men and vulgar women
who think they are elegant.

This city will never be elegant.

Did I overdo my speech?

What can I do? I don't like
coming back to this shithole.

I only remember when
I had patches on my ass.

Kissing a beautiful mouth and discovering
with your tongue that there are no teeth.

Poor loves.

This is all I have left
as a memory of this city.

And my mother is ready to feed
me to anyone, but let's forget it.

But we didn't need anything.

Not even teeth.

Poor loves.

Who knows, maybe it was better this way.

Flora Malva told me that
you want to be an actress.

You are beautiful and
unforgettable, but your eyes are dull.

You are joyless, dear.

The camera doesn't like that.

Leave the actress bullshit
alone, it's not for you.

Then do you see me?

Do I look happy to you?

Yet, I am the most important of all.

Fuck you.

Roberto Criscuolo.

Did you like Greta Cool's speech?

It was …

Original.

Everything she said
about this city is true.

"Guess who I am."

"I'm waiting for you, Robe'."

Roberto.

Robertino.

"You are the king of Naples."

Handsome.

Come here, come here.

Good evening
everyone. Come here, come here.

Come here. How many of you are there?

- For you.
- Thank you.

- For you.
- Thank you.

Look how beautiful
that is. Hello, little one.

How beautiful she is!

She looks like the Madonna.

She looks like Sophia Loren.

My goodness, really.

Thank you.

Pum, pum, pum!

Good evening.

Gentlemen, please,
a little space. Thank you.

How are you?

How are you?

Roberto. Are you back?
How beautiful you are!

That slut, your mother, Gigione!

Ciro Criscuolo and Vittoria
from Casamicciola are the future,

hope.

The heir they give us will
be the symbol of our peace.

From two great families, the
Criscuolos and the Casamicciolas,

today the most powerful
family in the South is born.

The big merger.

You can now take your seats.

Let's take a seat, come on.

What's going on?

- The big merger.
- What is it?

Father, let's begin.

In the name of the Father, and
of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

God bless you. Please.

What the fuck are you looking
at me for? Look at her, kiss.

Start touching each other.

I can't do it like this.

Why don't you go away?

This time we have to check.

Victory, as I showed you the other night.

Eh?

Come on.

- Five.
- Four.

Three, two, one.

You're shaking.

Are you cold?

No.

I'm excited.

I was born here.

In the water.

What are you thinking?

I'll be in touch.

"Taking into
account the exams taken

and evaluating the final paper
with the related discussion,

the commission approved your
degree exam with this grade.

Giuseppe Arco, 96 out of
110. Elisa Marti, 98 out of 110.

Arturo Bracco, 86 out of 110.
Maria Buono, 90 out of 110.

Parthenope Di Sangro,
110 with honors out of 110,

with the applause of the commission,
dignity of the press and academic kiss.

- Very good.
- Thank you.

Do you want to give
me the academic kiss?

You graduated late.

They made me believe I
could become an actress.

With the highest grade,
however, I graduated.

- Will you tear up my thesis too?
- No.

- Is this good news?
- Yes.

With a serious investigation,

your thesis might be worthy of publication.

What?

The general part on the cultural impact
of the miracle in advanced societies

it's great.

I'm happy with what you tell me,
because I understood one thing.

We all understood at least one thing.

I would like to try a university career.

I feel like this is my path.

Is that wise?

Look, you'll become like me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

No.

Professor, you still haven't told
me what anthropology really is.

Come visit me in May.

Professor.

Thank you.

It's a problem
everyone has to solve on their own.

He who is in love
realizes it sooner or later.

How?

When you kiss, you kiss.

With Alfredo
I never noticed anything.

Are you sure?

Yes.

However, it is also…

Come on, dear.

Don't worry, it won't take long.

Get undressed.

Why are you leaving?

Pay raise.

After all, I'm still the son of a waitress.

No, that's not the reason.

Parthe,

In this city I am left
with only a sense of guilt.

It's not your fault Raimondo died.

- Yes, it is.
- No.

It's your fault.

That night, in Capri,

if you hadn't distracted me
with your kisses and caresses,

Raimondo would still be alive.

You should be ashamed
of what you just said.

My name is Parthenope, I am never ashamed.

Always catchy phrases, huh?

Do you prefer obvious sentences?

No, true.

The truth is unspeakable.

Raimondo was fragile.

Raimondo confused the
irrelevant with the crucial,

like everyone in this city.

Except me.

In this city where people
live and die for trivial reasons.

I hate this city.

You have become
ruthless, presumptuous and cold.

I became an adult.

Maybe, after all, you've never
known how to love anyone.

You.

You were my first love.

Maybe one day I'll
come back to be the last.

No, it won't go like that.

Do you know how it will go?

No.

You will get married in Milan.

You will have one or two children.

After a few years, you will
have a crisis with your wife.

Then, you will call me back.

You will find out, after
hearing my voice after a long time

that I'm not the reason.

The crisis with your wife will be
resolved and everything will be fine again.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No.

Because I was just a young love.

Young loves are of no use.

They serve to give us the
illusion of lightheartedness.

What did I say?

They are of no use.

I have to go now, Parthe'.

What's up, Sandri?

You don't like me anymore?

I had an illegal abortion,
that's why I came late.

I killed the head of the school,
that's why I came early.

We both have no alibi.

I will never judge you and
you will never judge me.

Let's go?

Where?

You have to help
me take the tests.

My assistants
are at a conference.

I don't know if I'm capable.

Expert in the subject, by law you can.
It doesn't take anything to teach.

"A professor only needs to be
one class ahead of the students."

- Do you know who said that?
- No.

Billy Wilder, an anthropologist.

I don't remember much, I
took the exam many years ago.

You have the book, they don't.

You scroll through the index, chooses three
questions, and finally decide the grade.

You'll like it.

Come on, it's late.

Yes, relativism.

Relativism…

Thank you, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Esposito Lucia.

Good morning.

Good morning.

The concept of structure for Lévi-Strauss.

Yes.

Hmm…

I'd better come back next session.

Give me the booklet.

Thirty with honors, you can go.

Thank you.

Every time we go…

You plan to use this unique
method of assigning grades?

Even when you will be a full professor?

No.

Why did you promote that girl?

Instead of having her come
back to the next session?

At the next session you will
find her with a small child.

She would never come back.

I wouldn't have come back
either, if it hadn't been for you.

Let's hope I don't have to regret it.

Make me one of your 150
assistants and you won't regret it.

- Hello, Marotta.
- Hello, Sartre.

For me, intellectuals wearing
black turtlenecks should be shot.

We have to go easy on the
judgments cut with an axe,

because, sooner or later, someone
takes the axe and throws it at your head.

Okay, then let's just say that
Restelli is rhetorical and pompous.

Pompous, sure.

You see, when he divorced, he
told me that a schism had occurred.

And about your wife,
professor? Nothing is known.

Some time ago she left
me for a cheerful notary.

Oxymoron. Obviously, she regretted it.

- Are you back together?
- No.

Then, in the meantime, I realized

that I liked to dedicate
all my time to my son.

Your son, they told me that…

How did your brother die?

He let himself go.

And you? You let yourself go?

How long has it been
since your father hugged her?

I don't remember it anymore.

Since your brother died.

- Do you want to hug me?
- Yes.

Sorry.

I have to talk to you.

I have to tell
you something too.

It's a private thing, I'd
prefer we meet at my house.

- Okay.
- I live with my son.

All right.

- Don't ask me anything.
- Okay.

Tell me first
what you wanted to tell me.

The Journal of Anthropology Studies

they asked me for a piece
on the miracle of San Gennaro.

I said yes, it seems
very interesting to me.

I asked for an
appointment with Tesorone.

I know him well.

Be careful, he's a scoundrel.

In what sense?

In every sense.

What did you want to tell me?

I'll be retiring soon.

That's not good news for me.

On the contrary.

There will be a teaching
competition in Trento soon.

I wish you would participate. You can win.

You could spend a year or two there, then
you could return to Naples and take my place.

What do you think?

I love Naples.

Then your assistants?

They will not
become full professors.

They will remain her
assistants, if you wants them.

I'm an assistant too.

No, you're something else.

You are like me.

Why are you doing all this for me?

Because you can become
a great anthropologist,

even if you don't know
what anthropology is yet.

No,

the real reason I wanted you to come.

I wanted to introduce you to…

Be careful of
Tesorone, that man is the devil.

I'm pissed off trying to perform a miracle.

Every year all this
responsibility falls on me alone.

Always the same story.

If the blood doesn't
thaw, whose fault is it?

Obviously, yours truly.

You don't imagine the stress.

No, I see it.

How do you combine stress with dyeing?

This is a hobby. You don't have a hobby?

No.

Even not
having a hobby is a hobby.

Do you work with Marotta?

How are you?

Difficult to understand.

Marotta is less mysterious
than he wants us to believe.

He only has one problem son.

Uhm… You're more
mysterious, aren't you?

Sure, what questions!

I am a priest.

I found you a nice
scenic spot for the miracle,

so you won't miss anything about the show.

What? Are you leaving already?
Aren't you going to

show me the
treasure of San Gennaro?

I don't have time now, I have
to go and see the ampoule.

San Gennaro, pray
for me. San Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are you among women, and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of
God, pray for us sinners.

Lord, have mercy.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are you among women, and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God…

- What is it?
- It's blood.

- Don't push.
- Help her.

San Gennaro!

You performed a miracle, San Gennaro!

Thank you, my holy man, you chose me!

Get that slut out of here right now!

Go! Out!

- You handsome saint!
- Come on!

They make up everything.

Now even the fake menstrual cycle.

Anything to take attention away from me.

- From San Gennaro.
- No, from me.

I'm exhausted, destroyed, very tired.

It seems that she was
supposed to perform the miracle.

Who says it's not like that?

Ah.

I'm sorry the blood didn't dissolve.

Eh… It will melt next year.

Do you want to take
a tour of the cathedral?

Christ loves too much
and is bent by his own love.

Love is like that, it is not manageable,

for this reason from Jesus
to the singer-songwriters,

they're all trying to tell
us how to get out of it.

Do you love too much or too little?

That's the whole difference.

They are all false doors.

I'm short of breath.

It's Catholicism.

Freedom doesn't
pass through doors.

Uhm…

Where does it pass through?

It doesn't pass through.

Can you show me the
treasure of San Gennaro?

I don't have time now.

I have to go to a party, do
you want to come with me?

All the times you wanted
to cry but held back.

Here, only here in church,

you have the freedom to let go.

Why should I cry?

Because motherhood chased you
everywhere and you ran away from it.

Do you like this house?

I know this house well.

Your Eminence, I am so dismayed
that one cannot celebrate the miracle.

What the fuck happened?

Nothing, nothing important.

An exhibitionist, a rascal,
she started putting on a show.

San Gennaro got distracted
and didn't do anything.

This happened.

If you can, bring me a nice drink.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Years ago, it was New Year's Eve.

I saw you.

You made love in the water.

- No, it wasn't me.
- Yes, it was you.

Parthenope.

Your Eminence,
what are you thinking about?

My mother.

She knew everything.

When you know everything,
you die early and alone.

Get acquainted with the unspeakable.

It's vertigo.

God is limited, He didn't
entertain us kids enough.

God only committed himself
when he invented happy childhood,

where everything was light purity.

Then he got distracted, he let himself go,

so the world we knew as children,

suddenly and without warning,

he got exhausted.

The worlds…

Worlds get tired.

Now, girls, that's enough.

I need a drink, I'm exhausted. Ah!

Parthenope!

Commander, you recognized me.

It was impossible to forget you.

Do you remember that
you wanted to marry me?

There's still time, if you want.

Commander, you're
running too fast for my taste.

First I would need a long courtship.

A long courtship, that
idiot sister of yours!

You're a smart ass.

A cunning one.

- You are a rare woman.
- Why?

Why don't you take
advantage of your beauty.

You're wrong, commander.

No, no.

How are your parents?

When your brother died, they died too.

And I got lost.

I said goodbye to everyone.

Now, whenever you want, I am ready
to show you the treasure of San Gennaro.

The treasure of San Gennaro.

At the end of life only irony will remain.

What a crazy idea! I look like a relic.

You look like a saint.

What do you like about a woman?

The back. The rest is pornography.

You should give
yourself to me, Parthenope.

Oh, really? Let's hear it, why?

Because my body is made to be rejected.

But refusing me would be obvious.

You, on the other hand, know
how to be a surprising woman.

I am an obvious woman.

You always have the answer ready.

Alright,

I'll settle for remembering you
like this and dreaming of you.

If I were to give myself to you,
it would not be to be surprising,

but why I like you.

What do you like about me?

The cheekiness.

I call it the art of seduction.

You want to know
what I'm thinking?

No.

Because I already know.

And what am I thinking?

To everything else.

You are like the miracle of San Gennaro.

A mystery.

Or a scam.

Now let's make love.

You don't have to be hasty.

We must approach God slowly.

The conclave will be held soon.

I will be too close to God to
continue hanging out with you.

What a pity!

Besides, what can you do?

I got it into my head to become Pope.

What's everything else I've been thinking?

Time that passes alongside pain.

Or maybe it's not like that.

Or maybe it's not like that.

How did it go with Tesorone?

You were right, that man is the devil.

He's just a seducer.

Anyway, I asked you to come, tp
tell you that the time has come.

I'm retiring.

I'm sure the university
will throw you a big party.

I've never liked parties.

Have you thought
about the idea of Trento?

I can't become an anthropology professor,

if first I don't know what
anthropology is exactly.

Anthropology is seeing.

Is that all?

Was it that simple?

Then I feel like I've been
doing it my whole life.

It's very difficult to see,

because it's the last thing you learn.

When do you learn to see?

When
everything else starts to fail.

What is everything else?

Love, youth,

the desire, the emotion, the pleasure.

And the remote possibility
of laughing once more

for a distinguished man who
trips and falls on a downtown street.

- Now come with me.
- Where?

Let's see.

We are under one
sky and we can all make mistakes.

So, two weeks ago,

if any of the sociology experts,

criminal anthropology,
mayorology, assholeology,

had moved…

Dad, he said "asshole."

Yes, Stefano, the gentleman said "asshole".

…turn a blind eye to ex-prisoners who…

Bye bye.

It's made of water and salt.

Like the sea.

- It's beautiful.
- Yes, it's beautiful.

Goodbye, Parthenope.

Bye bye.

I will never forget the exam with you.

When I asked you if I could
go to the bathroom, you replied:

"At university you already
get pissed on and shit on."

Hey!

Was he a boyfriend?

How much longer?

I'm leaving here in two days.

What will the child be called?

If it's a girl, I'd like to
call her by her name.

Parthenope.

No.

Nothing is known about
your private life, Professor.

There's not much to know.

We still want to know.

Can we ask you some indiscreet questions?

Yes, certainly.

You could have stayed in Trento for a couple
of years and then gone to teach in Naples.

Instead, you stayed here for
forty years, until you retired.

Why?

As you can see, I fell in love with this.

Why didn't you get married?

Because no one has ever seriously asked me.

Children?

Excuse me.

I'm distracted.

Or maybe I didn't know how to
ask myself the right questions and…

And now what will you do?

And now… And now…

Good!

Parthe'!

What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

Surrender to the perfect summer,

we were beautiful and unhappy.

Maybe it was wonderful to be kids.

It didn't last long.

I have been sad and
frivolous, determined and lazy,

like Naples,

where there is always room for everything.

I was alive and alone.

What was I thinking?

Love to try to survive…

Love to try to survive

it was a failure.

Or maybe it's not like that.

♪ Come on! Train! Train! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly
I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly
I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly
I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

And anyway,
God doesn't love the sea.

Remember, God does not love the sea.

Until we meet again.