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How did she feel about this baby, did she want it?

I think so.

She says she was with a guy, they wanted to marry. - Marry?

Yes, yes, marry.

- Why? - But instead he died.

You'd need to ask her why.

But how come she was here and he was in Germany?

No, she came back here after he died.

They were in Ovada...

Maybe you haven't told her that...

She was nine months pregnant? - Eight.

But soon it'll be nine.

For the two months she was in Rome, somewhat abandoned,

the police stopped her almost every day.

And they took her to the station and kept her in overnight too.

With her belly and all the rest. Illegally, of course.

But that's not all.

One day, after going without food, she even felt ill.

So now they don't dare.

- Take her into the station? - No, they don't do that now.

- But why? Where did they find her? - She wandered around.

You know, she dressed a certain way... Who can she turn to?

She turns to these groups of guys who walk the streets... here.

In Piazza Navona, and Santa Maria in Trastevere, no?

I want to ask you, with regards to the organization you worked for...

a local political organization...

Is there any possibility that this girl...

Like Ivano was saying... - Will get any help?

From the "Unione" no way,

because it's an organization, I mean it was, now what's left...

which boasted a certain moral stand.

So to have kids you need to be married and live a proletarian life.

She wouldn't fit in there, especially if she is a hippie.

And if you take drugs... - Of course, they're prigs.

Just like you wouldn't fit in with the Communist Party.

FILM SHOT BY ALBERTO GRIFI AND MASSIMO SARCHIELLI

Will you give me a feather?

- Your feather. - I can't give it to you.

But I'll bring you one.

25TH FEBRUARY 1972 MASSIMO MEETS ANNA IN PIAZZA NAVONA

RECONSTRUCTION OF THE PAST

- Were are you from? - Me? I was born in Sardinia.

Do you live here?

- Do you come here often? - Every day.

I might be back in a couple of hours. I have enough time to go home.

What's your name? - Anna.

- Pardon? - Anna.

Hi.

- Say hi. - Hi.

- And who is he? - He's a friend, he doesn't know you.

Enough now.

Do you want to talk?

THE NEXT DAY, SAME SCENE

All right, all right.

Sorry?

Do we start from here or from before? You haven't said.

No, from before. I don't know why you asked me for my feather.

Because I thought it was the scene where I wanted to talk to you.

Let's do it again.

- What? - I'm coming.

Jerk!

- Hi, hi. - Hi.

And this young girl?

- French. - French?

- From where? - Paris.

You have a Sardinian accent.

Yes, I was born in Sardinia, but was raised in France.

- In Nuoro? - No, Cagliari.

- Where? - Cagliari. - Cagliari.

Can I have your feather?

Come on.

What's up?

- Do you have a bed? - Sorry? - A bed...

Somewhere to sleep because I fell ill.

I don't know, I have to see. Why?

I sleep on the streets. I have nowhere to go.

- You sleep on the streets? - Yes.

- You're pregnant and you sleep on the streets? - Yes.

- Are you staying here? - Yes.

Listen, I could come back around... 8:00, 8:30 pm.

Have you got a fever? - Yes.

And you laugh about it?

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

I have a German friend... - Well, you can ask him, right?

- What? - You can ask him.

Okay, I'll try to.

Anyway, in one way or another...

You shouldn't be out here with a fever, go inside the bar?

Do you need some money?

- No, I want to sleep. - Sleep?

Okay, wait for me, an hour or so.

- Yes, but ask your German friend. - I will.

- We'll go together, right? - Yes, but just wait a moment.

Okay, let's ask him together. Come with me.

Listen.

Is that your friend? - Yes.

- My boyfriend. - Your boyfriend? - Yes.

Your friend?

- My boyfriend. - That one? - Yes, him.

The stupid one.

- Have you got a problem with me? - Yes, I have.

- Why? - No, no, leave it. Excuse me...

Is she your friend? - Yes, so?

- Don't you feel like a worm? - She's a friend of mine.

- Yes, and she's pregnant. - So?

- Nice friend you are. - She's a bitch.

She's ill...

She's ill and you make her sleep on the streets. I don't understand.

She's a real idiot, she needs her head smashed in.

She takes pills too. - So?

When she's high, I tell her to come to my place. But she says no.

Should I go stealing?

I've just got out of jail, I don't want to go back. She's a bitch.

She deserves a beating. - Why do you think that...

What does she do when she's high, does she talk?

All she does is squabble. She says she's ill, she talks...

She's a right bitch.

- So leave her then. - Sure I do.

Hi, you're back?

- Baffo. - Shall we go home?

Baffo? Let's go home, Baffo.

Yes, let's do that. Sorry, I'm late I had to work.

- I'm exhausted, shall we go? - Yes, come on.

ATTEMPTED RECONSTRUCTION FEBRUARY 26TH

Who's this?

It's Sasha, my kid.

- Your kid? And this one? - That's me.

With no mustache.

I'll just put a record on. Wait a minute.

He's cute, where is he?

He's in America now.

- And here? - We were by the sea.

Cute!

Want a drink? What was that?

- His willy. - His willy?

You see?

He's a good boy, he's nice.

These are his postcards, but some are mine, too.

This one's great, look.

How are you feeling?

I'll get you into bed. Want some warm milk?

Yes, some milk.

Okay.

I'll show you... where...

Now get into bed. Are you cold?

This is my boy's room.

Baffo. Daddy.

I like your moustache, you know.

Why?

Because it's long, perhaps.

Why do you call me daddy? Do I look so old?

Well, you could be my dad.

How old are you?

I'm... let's say... 36.

Well...

You could be my dad. - No, but...

- How old is your son? - Four and a half.

- Really? - Yes.

- He's cute. - You think so?

Let me see something.

Pull this up.

Where? Not that one, this one.

Did you scratch yourself? - No, I cut myself.

With a razor blade.

With a razor blade?

- Why? - No reason...

You cut yourself for no reason?

I've done it several times.

Germs! - Germs? I know...

Want some more? But that's your lot.

Your nails are dirty.

I'll get you some water, then I'll make you some soup.

Where did you sleep last night? - On the streets.

Where?

Somewhere.

- So you're not used to a bed anymore? - And it's a bit uncomfortable.

- Uncomfortable? - Yes, a bit.

How did you sleep on the streets?

Anywhere. But I didn't sleep well.

- No? And before? - The same.

Do you have anything to sleep in when you're on the streets?

Yes, but I didn't have anything.

I was always on the move.

On the move?

Yes, because it's cold. If I went outside to sleep now...

- What about sleeping bags? - Yes, but if I slept outside now,

I'd die, even with a sleeping bag. So it's best to keep moving.

I stay awake all night.

How can you be like this, in your state, are you mad?

You realize you have a baby and you need to take care of it.

You have to take care of the baby.

And you smoke too.

Watch out kid, or it'll fall from the bed!

You'll spoon him up.

Yes, I will, okay.

- Can I have a smoke? - Okay, but then no more.

Feeling better? Let's try taking your temperature.

But stay here.

It's a bit hot.

It's hot?

Shall I take it off?

I don't know, if it's bothering you.

Want some help?

How do I do it?

There.

Damn. Have you got milk?

Look at that.

Know what it looks like? A river.

- A river? - A river, yes.

Put it there.

Daddy!

You like calling me daddy?

- Can I have a drag? - Yes.

Not too much though. - Okay, okay.

- Here. - Thanks.

Cover yourself.

Listen, I'll go check the soup, okay?

Don't move, give me the cigarette.

- Want to lie down? - Give me that, dammit.

Let me see.

What does it say?

I can't see a thing.

39.

Cover yourself.

You'll be needing some medicine.

I'll call my doctor friend. - Sit down.

- I'll get you some soup. - Yes.

Okay?

Goddammit!

Look at the little table I've prepared for you.

I didn't put any salt in.

It's good, blow on it. - Okay.

I've run out, I forgot.

How is it?

Is it good?

Want to add some of your milk? - No.

What kind of milk is in here?

Come on!

- I felt a kick. - A kick?

- He kicked me. - Who? - The baby.

He kicked you?

Yes. I won't tell you what happened in jail.

She was kicked out of her house, right?

You know, in Italy, if you go to jail...

But I never found out why you went to jail.

It's one of those things you've always told me...

I went to jail like...

like many others, like Grifi for example.

At some point you become a pain and they jail you.

Seeing that the Italian law doesn't acknowledge political crimes,

because we are a democratic Republic,

then they blame you for a common crime, which could be anything from...

disturbing the peace

to assaulting a public officer, plagiarism, slander...

Or you smoke, you take drugs, right?

So they plant drugs in your house,

because you're a pain, or because you went to a demonstration,

and after a few days you're in jail.

Or they accuse you of slander, like they did with me.

Without having a trial.

I've never had a trial. 2 years and 15 days.

Okay?

Every day at the station.

They'd keep me there for 9 hours, sometimes overnight.

Until the day I fell ill, then they stopped.

They always shouted, because it was a big guy who'd bring me in.

The others didn't hassle me.

One guy called me Teresina all over the square.

He'd whistle at me. - There's the truck.

- They can stick it up their ass. - There.

- What? - They can stick it up their ass.

- The truck? - Yes.

Here comes the guy who calls the girls Teresina.

To touch their bottoms maybe.

Yes, that big guy. I've seen him talking to Laura.

Listen, it's dead simple.

15 days after I was arrested, she needed permission

to visit me, as we're not married.

So for an entire month,

she had a police officer coming to our house every day.

We lived behind Piazza Navona. - He wanted to screw me.

One day...

he left a note because he wanted to see me urgently.

I took the note and went to the police station

and showed it to another officer because he wasn't on duty.

He called him in

and gave him a real telling-off. He went all red.

But they're still there.

200,000 police officers, one for every ten people.

Are we joking? That doesn't even happen in Spain.

- Goddammit! - What were you saying earlier, Ivano?

Hi.

How are you?

- Good? - Good evening.

Before the trial is over.

- No, much earlier. - It was in the newspaper.

My father used to say...

You have to suffer to be happy.

So we're suffering a bit, but in the end were right, no?

That's for sure. What do you think, Anna?

I say the same thing, you have to...

You have to suffer to be happy.

- Or rather: be happy to suffer. - Well, don't be a masochist.

No, you're happy, then you recreate your world and suffer again.

And we do the blue again.

- Pardon? - The blue.

- In Florence we say 'bru'. - Really?

No, but you know what this is? It's Stilla.

I don't think you need publicity in certain cases.

But it's interesting to think of such nice and clean situations

like those which happen elsewhere.

Poor Falco. "A decrepit nose," as someone said the other day.

He'll be famous for his nose.

And for the Braibanti case, right?

Do you realise?

Or now for Valpreda. I think he'll get screwed with Valpreda though.

He can't hack it.

He can't hack it with Valpreda.

That's for sure.

But before he gets out,

it'll be two or three years, even if he's innocent.

To think...

that they know who planted the bombs in Milan.

It was them. - Who?

"Who?" The system.

I don't know their names.

Let's say, some undercover policeman.

It's known.

We're being watched by the enemy.

The enemy is watching us from behind.

Do you understand?

They're all dead poor.

The system only uses certain methods when it's scared.

- But scared of what? - They've been scared for 4-5 years.

You still don't get it.

- This is the least it can do. - They're scared.

There's no Togliatti this time...

stopping the revolution. We'll kick their ass. By God.

- Yes, this is being recorded. - Why?

- Why? - If you're recorded you don't say...

- You mustn't! - You don't, you don't...

- What do you care? - That they'll get screwed. - Who?

Those who are inside.

Blackmail to get a permit.

There's us on one side and then them, who are scared.

It's the fat guy with the tie who calls all the girls Teresina.

- Yes, they're scared. - That's why we have to be as explicit as possible.

No, we should do the opposite, not be explicit,

because when you go into the hills...

You find people who make money.

Because before they were simple people,

the ones that now accuse or repress. They were nice, peasant folk,

clean, inside and out.

Then they told them they were clean, so they...

Thinking they were clean, they got filthier and filthier.

They smeared them with so much shit,

that they'll continue saying they are clean and not filthy.

- Who? - The filthy ones. The ones who wash every day.

Because there are swines and filthy people.

The swines never wash, because they're pigs.

The pigs are the cleanest people, but they live among the mud.

- You seem mad today. - Yes, and not only today.

I mean, madness conforms with one's own ideology.

You just need to follow a certain solution, that's all.

But only we know that.

See how nice it is? There's a balloon.

The water coming out of the fountain.

Let's give bread, there are people who are hungry.

But that's the point.

That those who are really hungry,

they act as a deterrent for our revolution.

And as the revolution isn't a banquet, as comrade Mao says,

it's not a pretty picture,

but it's something that will cost blood,

it's a violent thing,

then it'll be a violent thing.

21ST FEBRUARY

IF THEY'RE SEATED IT'S BECAUSE THEY WANT TO ORDER SOMETHING

If they sat down it's because they want to order something, right?

I don't care if you've been given a licence, sir...

- Yesterday you sat at a table here... - And I wanted to order something.

Listen, you're rude, go away and call the waiter.

Waiter, bring us a table and our order.

If I'm rude, then I'll teach you what manners are.

Look, they sat down because they want to order.

- Put another table here and take their orders. - The table's coming.

- You bring the table, don't talk. - So why are you saying I'm rude?

- We came for our cappuccinos. - Call the waiter. - He's not here.

- So what do you want? - It's the way the gentleman spoke to me.

What do you mean? I'm sitting here, they are my friends. How rude!

- No, we're not going to leave. - Take another table then.

I'm not ordering anything here. I'm leaving, let's go.

You don't need to order anything here.

Calm down, come and sit down.

- What is this? - I don't want to forget you.

- Want to see me without my glasses? - You don't know who you're talking to!

No, I don't and I don't care.

- You'll soon find out. - Right, in 10 years' time.

Right, in 10 years' time... you'll know soon, not in 10 years.

I could be dead in 10 years' time, you'll be somewhere else.

- Don't worry, Piazzale Loreto is near. - A cappuccino, please.

Send your waiter over, we'd like to order.

Excuse me...

- There's nothing you can teach me. - Well...

You've a lot to learn.

You've a lot to learn, like how to do your job.

All right? - No, you're no good as a customer.

I'm a poet and I drink here, understood?

- Listen, I'll do a portrait of you. - Do it of the bearded guy.

Excuse me, can't we even sit down here in Rome? That's crazy.

As soon as we sit down they want to bring us our cappuccinos.

Old as I am, I can teach you a lot about manners! Have some respect.

- Do a close up. - So, please...

Please go away. You were only taking us to our table.

You've not ordered anything, I'm not going.

WAITER, THE OWNER HAS TO GO AWAY, HE'S CAUSING A DISTURBANCE.

Goddammit, you can't even piss in peace.

How many times have I told you to knock?

- How was it? - What?

How was it?

You scratch yourself after. When you tell me about the hamburger...

You shouldn't scratch yourself here. You see, your hair goes on the table.

Say to me: "Hamburger? What's a hamburger?"

And you scratch yourself. Under your belly. Okay?

Go on.

Not like that. Close it, go on.

Bang it, close it.

Now lean on it and scratch yourself.

"What's a hamburger?" - What's a hamburger?

What do you mean, come off it!

Massimo?

I'm hungry!

Are you hungry? Eat then.

- What is there? - I don't know, look in the fridge.

- There's nothing. - There is. There's a hamburger.

What's that?

Close it, close it.

What's a hamburger?

What's a hamburger?

Franco?

Why don't you...

If you go out try to get some food.

- What's in the fridge? - A hamburger...

What's a hamburger?

Minced meat, no?

- Ah, minced meat. - Take it out.

- But you need bread with it. - We need eggs.

- I'll go get some bread. - Maybe I'll make her soup tonight.

- You have stock cubes? - Yes? You fancy some soup?

Will you stop scratching yourself? - I'm not.

- Just because I'm doing this. - It's obvious.

Go on. - Don't forget.

While you're out, get some milk too.

Yes, yawn my ass.

Yes, yawn my ass.

Yes, bollocks.

I said "bollocks"!

Enough! What a drag!

- What is it? - I'm hungry.

- There's a hamburger. - Yes, we'll cook it now.

We'll make it with chilli peppers this time.

- What? - With chilli peppers.

- Don't be stupid, sit down. - No. - What's up? Are you mad tonight?

- I'm hungry. - Okay, I'll make you some food.

In the meantime, put some shoes on or you'll catch a cold.

- I've got heartburn. - Really?

- Yes. - Listen Franco, as you're going out...

Get her...

Get her some Alka-Seltzer.

No, I'm scared they will harm the baby.

What harm can they do? Come on.

I don't think they could be that harmful.

They say that nuns are good, but instead they're worse than...

What did they do to you?

They beat us.

They beat you?

- With a chicken whip. - A chicken whip?

They whipped us.

Why?

No reason...

And there were young girls...

aged one or two years old.

When you wet the bed... you know that kind of mustard...

That kind of mustard, you know how it stings?

Mustard?

A kind of mustard, no?

They'd put a cloth down to keep the sheet dry then rub it onto us,

on our bodies.

Mustard on your bodies?

- Every time. - What are you saying?

For two or three hours.

In the end your body would be red all over, stinging.

To stop us wetting the bed.

They put mustard on your bodies to stop you wetting the bed?

Yes, because it really stung.

I'll get my cousin, a journalist, to write about this in the papers.

- They did it in France. - Where? - In France.

Yes, I heard it.

Do they do these things in Germany too?

I've heard of similar incidents.

I've never heard anything of the sort.

A cigarette?

They'd beat the little ones often.

I was 5.

Can you imagine? When you vomited...

They made you eat it.

They made you eat what you'd vomited on the floor?

In the plate.

You vomited into your plate?

Or they'd shove your face into a bowl of piss.

All nuns are horrible.

In fact, I think they closed that place down.

Well, you know that in jail...

Some people get tied to their beds for 40 days in Italy.

And they get beaten for half an hour every day. - Really?

Like I beat Bruno today.

With high-heeled slippers.

Because he was being a pain, no?

So I got my slipper and hit him on the head.

He stepped on my foot and it hurts here.

I gave him a beating.

When you heard shouting, it was him calling that girl.

"Help me!"

What a bastard.

But I whacked him over the head enough times.

I must have left a mark. Can you imagine, with a heel?

It hurts when you're hit on the head with one.

I hit him real hard.

And he was screaming.

Did you punch people in jail?

You fought, hit people?

No one gets on in there, because you know...

You know, the older women who've been there for years...

When they see a young girl...

Like when you go to jail and always find the faggots.

You know, the ones who want to screw you. It's the same for women.

She's just a young girl...

I know, she's 16 and a half. She's like a child.

At my house, the first thing she did was play with my son's toys.

She asked me if she could stay but I said no.

It's too much of a responsibility.

Italian laws are very strict. You may very well do it...

out of compassion.

You see this girl's physical condition, her malnutrition,

that she's deprived of the basics.

You see her going without and at a certain point...

you do this good deed.

But some people may call you an exploiter,

a pervert, who wants to corrupt minors.

They misinterpret it. - An exploiter of what?

As if you've fallen for her, in a moment of weakness.

She's not the first person to get people into trouble.

She's not the first. - I never even thought of that.

These are real figures...

I saw this girl who needed a roof over her head, food...

The authorities can intervene and send her to an institute,

or send her home.

But sometimes they can't go home,

because in her condition, her family, if they're old-fashioned,

won't accept her and they'll reject her.

People know everything about this girl,

because she's always here, from morning till night.

But they can't treat her with arrogance.

I think a sort of acceptance is needed.

It depends on the girl's immaturity. - But she's run away from an institute.

- They won't take her because she'd run away. - She already has.

That's because she doesn't want to stay there.

Then there must be something wrong with these places.

Anyway, if you house a minor,

you have to declare it to the relevant bodies.

To the police.

But these bodies already know that this minor is often housed...

from the streets or the square.

Because she told me she slept on the streets.

She slept with all the guys, because she was in need.

This winter, in November, for example,

she was on the steps, with bronchitis and a fever.

She'd find a friend of a friend who'd put her up for one night only,

because they know full well that after a certain amount of time

you're breaking the law.

Well, I don't know.

I saw her with some guys, who don't care about the law.

- Of course, at that age... - She needs somewhere to sleep.

In virtue of their age, they go against the law.

But a mature man, with kids,

would inform someone on the second day:

or a charitable institution,

or the police.

Because there are sectors within the police force that deal with this,

they help people return to their families,

or they have them admitted to institutes.

These places do exist.

It depends on the person, do you understand?

But she's in a very serious situation now.

You're saying she's like an animal.

In this case, she wouldn't be able to reason.

And many people would also consider things in a different way:

they think that letting a girl stay over without knowing her,

would really put them in...

a serious situation.

I'm saying there are laws that can persecute you.

They can sentence you too.

Is she wanted, is she a thief, what do you know?

In the meantime, I'm going to ask the lawyer.

Anything is possible, even though we can't make suppositions.

Anyway, when we saw that girl,

we thought she was in a disastrous state,

that she needed help but I couldn't help her personally.

Nor did I want to, since I didn't know her or what she might do.

In the sense that...

It was possible to help her,

because as humans we should help a girl in that state.

But we didn't know anything about that girl.

- Hello. - I want to ask you for some advice.

There's a young woman here, she's from Sardinia.

I don't know if you've seen her. She's petite, pregnant...

- The blonde one? - Yes.

In my opinion, she's a social problem.

No, this is what happened:

she asked me for a bed,

because she was sleeping on the streets and...

she has no one, so I took her in.

But I don't know, as she's a minor,

she's 16 and a half,

she's eight months pregnant...

I wanted to ask you...

You want my advice as a lawyer or a friend?

No, I have to tell you, they are two different things.

I have to separate them to give two solutions.

The legal advice would be not to take a minor in.

Especially, if you don't know what she does or how she lives.

Because I'd take on responsibilities that go beyond...

Beyond the limits of my state of mind.

Beyond the act of generosity that makes you help others.

From a moral point of view, I'd say:

this pregnant woman I see,

I don't know what her state of health is,

so I'd call a doctor and emergency services.

There are plenty of places that carry out this social purpose,

that involves the State, not us.

And we pay taxes to the State for them to do this.

- I could get into trouble? - Exactly.

- Could I go to jail? - Yes, of course. - Exactly.

It would be consensual abduction of a minor.

- But a woman who's hungry... - I know, but it's not our problem.

- May I ask you for a cigarette? - Of course, are you kidding?

Joking aside, it's the law.

You did a humane act,

for which I bow my head to you reverently.

But this humane act has a limit.

The limit is dictated by our penal code.

There's the law. She's a minor...

I won't even advise you to take her to a nun's convent.

There is one thing I can say,

if you need anything I'm at your disposal,

maybe to send some flowers...

If you need anything I'm at your disposal,

maybe to send some flowers...

It seems she's ill, so I heard.

This is a different matter,

it regards the tutelary authorities, not us.

I know, it was just what I'd heard...

I, too, heard it was a young woman suffering from...

some illness, but you know...

Poor thing, it's obvious she has problems.

How old is she? 15, 16, 17?

I blame the man she's going with who knows he's ill.

- Quite rightly. - I'm talking about venereal diseases.

Think what state she's in... How can you put her up?

You tell me how. Your situation is problematic.

- I know. - I don't know if you,

as well as being kind, are also somewhat stupid.

- I think you deserve a monument in Piazza Navona. - Yes, really.

Now we've come this far, I wouldn't be able to.

And you're very kind.

I know his kindness, it's greater than mine.

- And I'm very kind too. - But you deserve a monument.

We'll use Messina as the sculptor, he's very good.

Someone started talking about drugs.

So look, this is the case,

I'd blame first those who sell it,

in a drastic and definite way.

But the worst sentence,

maybe I'd forgive anyone,

but not those who bring these kids to the door of a nut-house.

Because any drug is a door into a nut-house.

Starting with minor ones, like the famous pills.

These kids don't know

that addiction only leads to this form of...

to this form of madness.

Because the dosage increases,

and they don't enjoy them or feel happy,

not physically or sexually. They forget: but do they need to forget?

A 17-year-old boy, what does he need to forget?

I need to forget 51 years, what should I take?

Two wagons of drugs to forget all those years.

That's not living, that's suicide.

If you want to commit suicide, have the courage to hang yourself.

But liqueur is a drug too, right?

But wine's a drug too, everything's a drug.

- It's more harmful than hashish. - This is my lemonade.

- Want a cigarette? - No, thanks.

I was an addict at 16, 17.

- Really? - Yes, but I was addicted to sport.

- Well, that's a nice drug. - Yes.

Nice drug, I had fun, I played football...

Talking of drugs.

I'll tell you what happened one day here in Piazza Navona.

This idiot turned up,

I'm not saying he was an idiot to offend the authorities,

but this idiot had "police" written on his forehead,

and he came to ask me,

as if I was born yesterday or as if I was an idiot...

He said: "Excuse me, where do they sell drugs?"

I gave him an address,

I said: "That sign says 'Grocery and Drugstore.'"

The best drug for me is my bed.

Really, it's true.

The best drug for me is my bed.

That's a way of doing drugs...

in a better way.

There are two things that don't interest me: drugs and politics.

It's hard not to be interested in politics.

No, why? It's very easy.

- It seems politics is everywhere. - No, it's very easy.

Not being interested in politics is very easy.

Treat people for what they are, not for their political stance.

For their level of culture and education...

Then if someone's a communist, a fascist...

an anarchist...

a liberal, Christian-democrat... I don't care.

What counts is that he's a nice, educated person,

a well-mannered person,

then if he's an anarchist,

or a fascist, it's the same for me.

It makes no difference.

You could plant bombs at Parliament, I don't care.

Just don't plant them outside my house, I'll defend myself.

- How? - With your umbrella?

Well, who knows? I may have a sawn-off shotgun.

Every citizen has one.

And plus there are institutions that defend people.

Look, I prefer shotguns to institutions.

I'd defend myself better.

Good for you.

It's a serious issue for institutions, law and justice.

I can't stand being looked at by a priest, it's an insult.

- A priest? - Yes, I find it insulting.

- Sorry? - Why is it an insult?

I don't know...

They're slimy, like worms.

It makes no difference to us, we have our own religion.

We have higher sentiments.

We don't need to judge what others do.

So what about our friend Anna, the Sardinian girl?

We'll make sure we won't send her...

to institutions where there are priests and nuns.

Well, let's send her to a place where she really will get better.

And where she can re-join a community.

We're ready to participate in this humane act to help her.

Okay, I'll make her some soup tonight,

if you like, you can send some pasta for the soup...

Look, the three of us are willing to provide clothes for the baby.

Thanks.

We'll get the baby baptised, all three of us.

And we'll do it in Piazza Navona, the Baptism of the century.

If it's a boy, we'll call him Navono, or maybe... Bernini.

- Bernini? - Yes and if it's a girl: Navona.

That's nice, it's a tribute to the author.

We'll have the baby baptised in front of Bernini's fountain, okay?

Shall we take on this paternity? - Yes.

All agreed.

I think these people represent Piazza Navona well.

You delegated us, we're not directly involved.

Tell me, what do you think about the pregnant girl?

- Anna? - Who Anna?

- Anna, the Sardinian girl. - Yes, what do you think of her?

- I think she's a good girl. - All right...

Unfortunately she found herself in certain situations that...

She found herself with her legs open...

No!

That can happen to all women.

It happens to women who don't take drugs and stay indoors.

Those who seem to do nothing but who actually do what they want.

We're talking about our environment. - But what do drugs have to do with it?

A lot. You were talking about drugs, right?

You do drugs, but you're not pregnant.

- That's irrelevant. - That was a stupid joke.

You asked us what we thought of Anna.

We know her better than you, that's for sure.

I think she's a great girl.

She needs help, she's having a baby.

I heard you want to help her. - Of course, we'll help her.

It's everyone's duty to help a lost and frightened girl.

She doesn't know what to do.

- More than duty, it's an obligation. - No, it's our duty.

I told her to call me

when the baby's born and I'll visit her.

I'll find some money and bring her a present.

- How? - Visit her where?

- What do you mean? - Where will you visit her?

- My house. - No, where will she be?

No, she'll call me from hospital.

- Really? - She'll call me when the baby's born,

and she'll tell me if it's a boy or a girl.

Look, she's been at my house till now, you know.

- Pardon? - Yes.

You give her your cocks and I have to help her?

- She didn't have mine. - I meant in general.

- That's got nothing to do with it. - Nothing.

We can help her too, that's not important.

No one knows about the baby.

In Sardinia, no one knows.

I don't know what my parents would say if they found out.

What about the baby's father?

He's the son of an MP.

- Doesn't he help you? - Not at all. - Because...

I told him when I was three months pregnant,

but he didn't want to know and he said it wasn't his,

but someone else's because I screwed around.

He's a bastard.

He's an MP's son?

The son of someone high up.

He didn't want to be involved. - Does he live on the fifth floor?

Yes.

- He didn't help you? - No, I just told him I was pregnant.

When he said it wasn't his, I left.

I came here and I stayed in this house for five months.

I gave birth at San Giovanni Hospital.

Three days after the birth,

I slept in the streets, in the cold. You know what that means?

- You stayed at my house once too. - Yes.

That was later. You helped me like you're helping Anna.

Not a lot of people do nothing for nothing, that's life.

I know. Usually they want to sleep with you.

- Especially in Rome, they're rare. - How do you get by now?

I have some girl friends, I'm living with one now.

She feeds me without wanting anything in return, she's a good person.

- Don't you work? - No, because I've never worked.

I don't know how to and I don't want to either.

And you're perfectly right.

For me, if I had a house,

a man who can advise you...

I don't know, it'd be different.

But you're never alone, you're always with a guy.

I got lots of friends, I know half of Rome.

But that makes no difference.

You can know the whole world, but no one helps you.

Not how you'd like them to, anyway.

After all, what do you expect, here?

Here in Rome, with the people that live here.

They don't know what it means...

what it's like for a woman who's expecting a baby,

what is necessary...

the things you need, no one understands.

They just think about themselves,

and looking after themselves.

If you ask them for 100 liras for a loaf of bread,

no one gives it to you.

Quite the opposite. - That's no good though, you have to sort it out.

I'm talking about her.

She's just a little girl now.

I could manage by myself. I could work and do lots of things.

It's just that... I'm a bit strange.

- Because you're Sardinian... - No, because you know that...

You see, I helped her,

as much as possible. If I had lots of money,

I'd give it to everyone.

Me, here in Piazza Navona, even though I'm broke...

You were the first to give us 1,000 liras. I gave it to you, remember?

- The first person here. - Even though I'm broke,

I get it for others. I looked after a friend, I won't say her name.

What did the lawyer say to you?

He told me to take her to hospital, that he couldn't help her.

- He said that to us too. - And he was laughing.

- Yes. - He's not a serious man, he just wants to have fun.

- Why? In what way? - Because he's ignorant and nasty.

I've been to his house. - Yes, yes.

- Then something terrible happened. - What happened?

While I was asleep,

he asked me for things that I couldn't give him.

So I left his house that day.

All my things are still there.

He's a homosexual.

Anyway, he asked me...

To do what? You don't have to say it, if you don't want to.

- He goes with guys. - What did he want from you?

Nothing, he wanted me to sleep with a guy he was with.

I refused, I screamed... - He's a voyeur?

Yes. I was in bed.

You know that in this square,

the bourgeois folks, the sexually repressed,

and priests in plain clothes,

come here because they think that, as there are hippies here,

protesters, etc...

the women are whores, and their guys turn tricks.

They think they find scoundrels here,

but they don't know this is a clean square, they make it dirty.

Because they come here and think that because they have 10,000 liras,

they can do their dirty business.

So they're forced to endure these conditions.

If someone offers them a hot meal or a bed, they'll go with them.

Do you understand?

- Okay, that's true. - So you end up like that.

I would just like for Anna to have some happiness.

THE SHOWER, THE LICE 24TH FEBRUARY

- I'm embarrassed. - No, don't be. I'll help you.

Remember what we said about the light?

So you say... no, let me think. No, you say...

Actually, you don't say anything. Just put it on, something will happen.

"Ouch, it stings." Something like that, okay?

And then you say: "Help me, I'm scared I'll slip."

Of falling over, okay?

That's it, then say anything else that you want to say.

Let's get the cigarettes, so we can smoke if we like.

- Here. - No, Massimo will get them.

- Massimo, the cigarettes. - Okay, I'll get them.

Let's put our slippers on.

Fool!

I'm embarrassed.

- No, it's not you. - Is it Raul?

He's ugly.

He's a caveman, a penniless wretch.

If he jumps on me... - Is that what you're scared of?

Wouldn't you be happy?

No, look...

No?

- I think you would be. - No.

- No, he's not my type. - Am I not your type?

No.

- So Alberto's more handsome than me? - Yes.

- He's gentler, better-looking. - Gentler, yes.

I wouldn't say better-looking. - It's not looks that matter.

Exactly, it's gentleness.

Aren't I gentle?

Not enough.

- Not enough. - And you're big, you'd squash me.

You're more... - I'm big but delicate.

You're never happy, you know.

What are you saying?

- Is Vincenzo gentle? - Yes.

- So you like gentle people? - Yes.

Have you seen the matches?

- Yes. - I've got them.

- No, just to see... - 80. - 80?

Listen, give me that cigarette.

Have this shower, come on.

Put it there or there'll be no room.

Be careful or you'll spread...

your lice.

We'll all have them.

It's all right, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- You'll get wet. - I won't, don't worry.

- Let me shake it out. - Come on! - I need to.

I'll put it here.

Go on.

You're afraid to shower alone? - Yes. - Why?

- I'm scared I'll slip. - All right.

Come on, or you'll get cold.

Don't forget you have bronchitis.

I'm embarrassed.

Nonsense, come on.

Look at the state of your feet.

Don't you ever wash them?

I can understand that you don't wash them if you're on the streets,

but what about the fountains?

Come on, madam, your bra.

- Wait. - Come here.

My goodness, let me see.

Some milk? - Yes.

Look! It makes your hair grow, you know.

Don't be afraid of slipping, wait, wait.

It's still cold.

Wait, it takes a second.

No, no more smoking. You've got bronchitis.

Yes, cover my face with germs, go on.

Didn't they ever teach you to cover your mouth?

Because if there's lice there,

you never know.

I wouldn't want to have lice in my house with all these people around.

- Wait. - Wash yourself properly.

Wait, I'm busy.

Ask them to wait a minute.

Tell them to call back later.

I'll put the soap here, okay?

Use more shampoo, here.

There, with your hands.

Goddammit, I'm starting to scratch too.

Lice and germs. Here.

You could wash your pussy too.

Your ass!

- Want some shampoo for there? - Yes. - Here.

Some shampoo.

Shampoo on her pussy!

That's good.

All of your foot, under both of them, there.

There.

Good girl, that's good.

But don't stay under the water too long, it's bad for your skin.

That's enough now.

Come on, don't forget you have bronchitis.

Come on, get up.

That's enough, come on.

Be careful, stand up.

Have a good rinse, no!

Turn off the water, or it'll go cold. There, good girl.

What a good girl you are!

Annetta...

There are no more lice on your lovely blonde hair.

Come on.

Here it is, look, got one.

Goddammit!

Don't start scratching now.

Dry yourself, here.

- There's another one, - And another.

- It's dead. - No, it's alive. Wait.

Wait, it fell down.

I won't find it now.

Dammit! Here's another one.

What a mess.

We're done for!

Don't scratch! Holy cow!

Can't you see them falling off? - It's scratching me. - Nonsense!

Now what?

This shampoo is shit.

Damn, look at this...

Everyone was right. I should've minded my own business.

Now what will I do?

We've got dinner guests and these things will walk on the table.

Come on.

Dry yourself. Then go next door.

- I don't see what's so funny. - No?

Really...

How silly you are. - First you swear, then you laugh?

They're coming to see the flat for when I go to America.

Think when they'll ask: "How much?" In American.

120.

120? Yes, there are two terraces...

I'll try with some DDT.

Wait, wait, let's see if they stick to this.

Check your clothes too.

I can feel them here.

Stand back, please, don't let them fall on me.

Turn around, let's have a look.

Take your towel off.

Stand still. You're full of them.

Look at this!

There is a specific comb for this, did you know that?

No, it's not working anymore.

It was working before.

It doesn't matter.

Squash it, squash it. Come on!

If the animal protection group sees us, they'll arrest us.

What have I got to do with it?

How funny...

My moustache!

Don't scratch.

This is all we needed.

Stop.

Hold your head up. Let me see.

We need to start over.

What?

I said we need to start over.

We'll throw them in here.

Come on, don't be sad!

Okay, put yourself in my shoes.

I'll be in your shoes soon.

OKAY, PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES

I'LL BE IN YOUR SHOES SOON, DON'T WORRY

- Franco? - Is he still moaning? - Enough!

Fuck off.

- Call me! - Fuck off... - Call me!

Call me.

We spoke to them, too. I spoke, and so did the lawyer.

Hey, you bastard! Come here.

- Why were you laughing about Annina? - Me? - Yes, you.

It was you, you, him...

- We were laughing about her? - That's a bit nasty...

Yes, she came by here.

I came to take her home and I saw you laughing at her.

That's not nice. - Still wasting your time on her?

She's at home.

Don't you see she's a bitch?

- She is a bit, but it's because... - A bit?

She's a bitch, just like we're bastards.

Before she used to take drugs,

now that she's not allowed to take anything,

she wants to take drugs.

So none of us give her any, of course, in her state...

It's best she doesn't have any.

- You can't give her any. - Especially this stuff.

She even has some injection marks.

- Several ones. - I saw her too. - At New Year's...

It wasn't New Year's, when was it? Christmas night...

I was here and I saw her, she was out of it.

She said: "I've had a tube of amphetamines."

Yes, she told me too.

I was shocked, shit! She's pregnant, she took amphetamines? She's mad!

I thought she really wanted to destroy herself.

She told me she wanted to die. - She told us that too.

She said she didn't care, since she's grown up!

It's been four years that she's been able to reason.

She became a woman...

She was dragged all over and treated badly by everyone,

that's why we should stay united,

and help each other.

Because if you expect help from the nuns,

the police psychologists...

I've always lived on the streets at my own cost like you,

but when I had money, I shared it, goddammit.

- So did we. - There's a way to do it, we'll find it.

But if you ask somebody else,

if you ask others like us for something to eat,

they immediately think they're superior. So why?

Because there are plenty of people who aren't like us.

But many in our group talked to...

I may be wrong, but I meet several people among us who are wrong.

In my opinion, creating a commune is impossible, because even we...

who love to criticize the bourgeois folk,

who criticize the rich,

even us dirty hippies, sometimes we're more bourgeois than them,

really, we realize that.

But why is this? Because there's poverty,

because they bully you,

and they impose things on you, then you manage to be free again,

but maybe for a while they force you to abandon your ideas.

Because you need to eat.

- It doesn't make sense. - They all harass you, even the FBI.

Here's one from the FBI, look.

Let's hear the FBI's opinion.

Violence can only be fought with violence, in my opinion.

We've been talking for years! - But we can't always use violence.

What do they oppose, if not violence?

- Revolutionary violence is short-lived. - But they use violence every day.

The fact is that preparation is needed first.

After the revolutionary act of violence,

you have to be ready to take power,

because once you've killed three cops with your gun, what will you do?

Nothing.

What will you do? - It's something they already did two years ago.

What about America, what's happening there?

I haven't seen the whole of Italy, but you seem like good people.

He says you're very scared.

He says: "It's not your problem."

It's your parents' problem.

You are scared!

Can't you see you're scared?

He says that when we sat down, we were looking at him.

Translate, translate.

All the young people in Italy...

are frightened to death.

Right!

He says it is not us young people...

Wait, let her translate.

Young people are not scared of themselves,

but of their parents and everything they may do.

No, that's absolutely wrong. That's not true.

We're talking about the problem of a young woman.

She has problems that certain associations cannot resolve.

I mean on a social level...

But it's not an individual one because we all want to make money.

Wait, there's also the system of stealing...

He told me the other day that he's a thief, he doesn't want to work.

It's the only way to do something.

To eat... - If you don't want to work, you steal.

It's an alternative to what he was saying, right?

- But maybe he meant... - No, it makes no sense.

There are two explanations for stealing:

stealing because you don't know what to do,

so you steal, you love the risk and you make a living by stealing.

I mean, you start being yourself when stealing too.

Or you steal out of necessity, to eat.

Maybe because you don't want to work or because you're not allowed.

Or you can steal from within an organization, as the Tupamaros do.

You go into a bank and you steal millions,

that allows you to buy a certain amount of arms,

and to do other things too.

There are moments when you don't give a damn either.

So I could opt out too and not care because I feel offended,

but I don't do that, I stick with it. Then what happens?

You need to think before starting something.

You have to study yourself first and be prepared.

Okay? Before doing it.

But if we don't give a damn and are politically indifferent,

if no one cares about anybody,

then we can't do these things.

I enjoy eating, drinking and relaxing with my woman, in peace.

Once I've killed someone...

if I did it with spite... I don't want to be nasty...

I may kill someone if they are nasty to you, because you're weaker,

then I'd get angry, I mean, I might get angry.

Yes, but there are lots of people who don't think like you do.

You think with your head.

What are you doing to make your idea come true?

What are you doing to fulfil your objectives?

- Nothing. - Absolutely nothing.

I blame myself.

I do fucking nothing to change my life and those of others.

- So why don't you do something? - That's what I told you...

Why don't you start?

Why don't you do something? - I don't have the means to do it.

I try to vilify, to insult institutions, I do!

No, but you're part of it.

Despite what you say, you're part of this society, my dear man!

You have to be part of society if you want to eat.

The fact is that out of every 10 of us, there are 8 policemen or spies.

You know what? It's that people talk with their families and so on...

Out of 10 people, 8 are policemen or spies.

Three from the drug squad, two from the judicial police and one carabiniere.

Why is there always a policeman every time we want to do something?

Maybe we've reached the point where we're imagining we're seeing policemen.

- Paranoia? - We're all paranoid.

No, it's true, I can vouch for it.

For others, there's one policeman every 30 people,

for us, it's two policemen for each one of us.

There's twice as many as us. - Because we make trouble.

We make trouble, but they need us, because we're the bad part.

They need to show the others that there's a bad side.

They need us, for political reasons, too.

If this was the post-war period we'd be forced to do manual labour,

but not now, now there's the problem of unemployment...

We need to make our ideas known all over Italy.

They want to alienate us,

that's the problem, but we no longer know what to believe, we're all mad!

You're better off going to a factory and asking for a job nowadays,

than setting up an agricultural commune. Leave those to the Americans,

who have a Protestant tradition and want to go back to their roots.

When I go to a farm to ask for work...

They don't hire me. - Why?

Because they don't know me.

- Because they don't know you? - Yes.

I can say that honestly, loud and clear.

Because I'm not illiterate or stupid.

Because you... - Don't point your finger.

- Sorry. - Come on, let him speak!

If you were to ask for a job at a certain point,

they wouldn't hire you...

- Is that right? - No, it's ignorance!

But if I go and ask for a job, do I say: "Hey, give me a job?"

Am I that stupid that I'd ask for a job like that?

I'm Roman,

I don't tell lies.

The fact is that in Rome, if you want to work, you need connections,

or you won't work.

- But we have connections... - That's what life's all about now.

Tell me, how many friends do you have?

- As many as everyone else. - Really? And don't you work?

- Who? I work. - And you have plenty of connections...

Well, we've all got plenty of connections between us...

- A decent man won't find work. - What you're saying is right.

I didn't say there was no work, there is, but they don't hire you.

It's not that, it's that we don't want to do it.

Because we don't know what work is. What's the use in working?

What's the use? We'll earn money, but for who?

You have to like your job. Let's work in the fields...

Let's make bread and wine.

Look, you studied...

What did you study?

- I attended 7 schools in 5 different cities. - But what did you study?

I studied building, art, interpreting and I did three exhibitions.

- You have the right to... - No, I didn't do anything!

I have no right. - Why?

Because I've been to jail and a mental hospital twice.

But I still have my civil rights. - Yes.

But to avoid doing military service, I spent half a million liras.

But I stole that money from my family, dammit.

Lucky are the children of rich folks who can steal from their families.

How come your family's not rich but you dress like that?

Me? I live alone, I've got no one.

Alone? Grow your hair and stay here with us.

- To do what? I'm not stupid! - To live life, to have fun.

He said he's not stupid. So does that mean we are then?

Are we stupid?

You judge for yourself.

It's you that's using the word: "stupid."

I didn't say you were stupid.

He asked you to join us and you said: "I'm not that stupid."

I came over here...

to say that you all have rights.

- What for? - To work. - To work?

But what if we don't want to work?

- Ah, you don't want to work? - No.

Didn't you get that?

Well, I want to work, but who'll hire me, with my long hair?

Where? What? In a factory?

I'm a painter and decorator.

If I were to work for myself, they wouldn't want me in an apartment.

Someone from Parioli would never let me in with my long hair.

Bosses do as they please.

Says who? - I do. - Freedom? But aren't you a hippie?

Excuse me, so you always say the truth?

- Yes. - And nothing but the truth?

But when someone's in court and they say a load of rubbish,

why don't you tell the judge to swear to tell the truth?

- But the judge... - So why do they use power against us?

We don't want power.

- Do you want justice? - No. We want to be free.

- Give freedom to yourselves. - Freedom from whom, from what?

Let me finish what I'm saying. Listen:

we know perfectly well that anarchy is good.

Lots of people say they're anarchists today.

I ask them why they are.

They say they don't work to avoid being exploited by their bosses.

Right.

So I ask them how they survive...

They need clothes and food, right? - They're examples that don't...

- Don't you exploit people too? - Only one or two don't work...

I'm telling you! Plenty of us work, the majority do.

- Out of you lot? - But who do they pick on?

The poor guy who doesn't work because he doesn't know how,

or because he wants to live like a tramp.

So why don't you think about the artists and use them as examples?

- Don't mention artists. - No, I'm talking!

- Don't mention artists. - Why? - Because it makes no sense.

- I'm an artist. - What kind of an artist are you?

Where are you from? So we're all artists then?

Yes, if only! Hooray for artisans.

You need to be an artist in life.

You're one too. - Do a painting and Agnelli will buy it for 1 million.

And you'll solve your problems for ten months.

But where is this million? No one will give you a million today.

You have to earn it.

You have to go looking for your million today...

You can't earn a million today, you steal it.

You never earn by working. Only those who steal earn millions.

So what did the young lady say? How do you earn this million?

By stealing.

- I'm not capable of stealing. - Nor by working, you don't get it.

- I'll earn it. - Anyway, I don't need a million.

- I earn money with an honest job. - Ever earned a million? - No.

- So you see? - I don't know how to steal.

I may have earned a million,

but with several wage packets.

But I did it honestly.

Would you like to have a million?

Of course I would.

But I can't... - I wouldn't! I don't give a shit!

But what will you do with a million? Tell me.

Doctor Ledeide, please.

Hello?

Tell me, is it okay as a medicine, what do you think?

It's the only thing that's okay, the other one is harmful,

it makes your hair fall out. - I see.

It contains that substance... I don't know, it may be harmful.

Can you speak up a bit?

I said the substance is toxic and could harm the baby.

I see. Is there any danger of her hair falling out?

That's what he told me.

If it's corrosive,

it's not a harmless substance. - But they've already used it.

Who used it?

She did, the young woman.

Ah no, she didn't use it.

Her boyfriend used it.

What did he use?

The stuff they got from the chemist's.

- He said that one's okay. - Not the one you brought.

They gave her a prescription...

And her hair didn't fall out?

- Hold on. - What? - Wait, give her some time.

Will it fall out immediately?

I don't know, I haven't tried it.

Anyway, tell her that... - So the other one's okay?

Yes, but she needs to keep it on for 24 hours.

What? 24 hours?

Yes, then she must wash her hair, and then...

- You said 24 hours? - Yes. - Ah, that's why.

- She must keep it on. - Does it destroy the eggs too?

Well, in the end...

after eight days, she can use it again,

because not all the eggs may have been destroyed,

and the lice would come back.

- Yes, so it's just one treatment. - Yes.

If needed, you repeat the treatment after a few days, if the eggs hatch.

Only if they haven't all been destroyed.

- All right. - So, he said it's all right.

And he said it's not harmful, whereas the other could be,

so it's best not to use it. - I see, all right.

- Did you get that? - Yes, yes, I'm not deaf.

All right.

I'm scratching, we're all scratching ourselves.

Don't give them to me.

It's not my fault, you know.

They go where they want.

Yes, okay, but...

I'll just have to use the lotion tonight as well.

Massimo's saying that as he's going away, he wants to rent his apartment.

Do you know anyone, a doctor maybe...

Is he serious?

The rent is 120, he said.

- Tell him that... - You know the house, two bathrooms,

toys,

four rooms,

and 100,000 lice.

Come on...

How much is the rent? - It's true, they're everywhere.

I'm not coming tonight then.

Come on...

How much is the rent?

Hi. How are you?

- How are you? - Fine. And you?

I'm a fool.

You know what my problem is right now? - No.

Today at the police station, they gave me a ticket

to leave Italy.

I sought refuge in Germany and they said: "You have to be German."

But I'm not German.

I'm from Cuba, but I'm not Cuban. I'm of African origin.

And I'll go to Africa. I asked for a permit to stay here

to then go to Africa with my wife and daughter.

And they sent me out of the country.

What can I do with a sick child

who needs to go to hospital, but I can't take her

because they've only given me three days to leave the country.

What can I do? - By sick do you mean ill?

Yes, that's what I mean. She has bronchitis.

What's this? They want a video?

Augustine?

That's me.

- Augustine Ferri? - Yes.

- Yexa? - Chelsa.

- Date of birth? - 28th August 1944.

- Nabacoa? - Guanabacoa.

Havana, Cuba.

Son of an anarchist party leader.

- Yes. - Nice.

He said we're living in a fascist government.

Because he's an anarchist.

He said he's not scared of anyone.

He doesn't care about anyone.

You have a wife and a daughter.

He has fought since the Cuban revolution.

He didn't give a damn.

He only cares about this...

horrible situation and these pieces of paper.

I have money.

He has money, he says.

No country, no nation will want you if you have no money.

I'll translate. I'm good, I'm right

and I'm sure... - In my way.

In my way.

And I'm clean, too.

And also,

they understood me.

- They did? - Yes, they understood me.

He said to them,

"We're Italian police officers, they're police officers in Germany.

"You have to go to Germany and speak to the authorities."

They don't like you.

They don't like you.

Wait, this is important. I want to explain to my friend.

He said it's not true that they don't want him in Africa.

- It's the African government... - That doesn't want you.

The African government isn't ruled by the poor people.

You know who rules in Africa?

The industrial interest

of the European industry doesn't want that someone

who has been to Europe and has acquired the intelligence

to be able to make a choice based on mentality stability

and of a democratic nature...

They'll kill that person, like they killed Lumumba

and many others black democrats,

just like the government in Guinea wants to do.

No, if I go to Africa I'll go to Cape Town

with a machine gun,

I'll go to the parliament in Cape Town

and I'll behead the white prime minister

who is in African territory where my origins are.

Cubans are South-American Natives, that's not what I am.

I'm African.

And in America the people aren't white, they're South-American Natives,

but who rules in America? The whites.

The whites who were poor and left Europe

and colonized America. - Columbus was white.

It's always like that.

Let's do something then.

- The mind will solve problems. - This flag you have on your arm.

Look at this flag.

This flag.

How was this flag constituted?

This is not a European flag.

This is a flag that originated from there, from a certain mentality.

Made by people who emigrated to this nation.

It's always the "marja" logo.

We don't call it like that.

- It's seen in Germany... - Look.

I love the Europeans that are here.

That woman who's working, I love her because she's working here,

in her territory.

No, these Europeans that are here in Italy...

They don't like you in Africa.

The Europeans that are here in Italy, I love them.

Why don't you go back to Cuba? It's sunny there.

They don't like you in Africa.

He's Cuban, not African. - No, I have to go to Africa. - No!

23RD FEBRUARY

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

Massimo?

Listen, I can't hear anything.

Massimo?

I can't hear anything on the phone.

Ah, I was doing it wrong.

No, I swear, I didn't do it on purpose.

I don't want any sauce, I want it plain.

Listen kid, we're not here at your disposal, you know.

You'll eat the meatballs because that's all there is, okay?

Why is mine with sauce? You know that...

No, I don't want it.

Fuck off, I don't want it.

I'm not eating.

Three. Eight o'clock...

It's engaged.

It's engaged.

What a drag.

How come it's always engaged?

It's the same here.

No, it's 191.

- Hello? - Hello, can you check this number?

47-49-21.

Either it's ringing or it's off the hook.

- 47? - 49, 21.

One moment.

- Hello? - Hello?

Listen, it's either off the hook or out of order.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Yes, I'm coming. She doesn't want it...

With...

- Always pasta with sauce. - There is no sauce, goddammit.

There's just a tiny bit.

Listen, there's hardly any on it.

THAT SAME EVENING, VINCENZO, THE FILM'S ELECTRICIAN,

LEAVES HIS POST AND ENTERS THE FIELD.

I never force anyone.

I'll explain what I want.

Can you open the window? I'm a bit hot.

I expressed a desire, goddammit!

You want more? No?

Understood?

- Say it, go on. - No.

No?

She wants to tell you something. - Go on.

- It's not true. - You're covering it up.

You can't see her face now. - Ah, yes.

Look at her face.

- What great eyes! - Her eyes are...

Impish.

She answers with her eyes.

Do you think "eye" can? - What?

- No, "eye" can. - She doesn't know.

- What? - What does that mean?

- They're laughing. - Good.

I wanted to say something. Do you remember when we were in the other room?

In the kid's room?

When we went in to look at the kids' stuff, remember?

It made me think of a lot of things, like this summer.

There was another girl like you.

Everyone was there, even the guy who's filming us now.

- Where? - In Calabria.

And so...

Interrupt him.

She started talking to us.

And so, exactly...

We were all expecting that baby.

This girl was called Elisabetta.

It wasn't just her who was expecting the baby, we all were.

It was great to live this experience, you know.

She wanted us all to be there.

We were by the sea,

on a beach while she started having strange pains.

She started...

running, calling the fishermen who were going out to sea.

They came back to get her with their boat

and then we all went to hospital

to see this baby.

I don't know, I'd like to say so many things

but in a different way, you know.

- Hey, he's talking to you. - I know, I got that.

But I don't get it.

I mean, you seem a bit...

It's like we're not sharing with you, or you don't want us to,

your joy at having this baby.

Joy, well... or it could be something else.

No?

Well?

Is he right? - But was she French?

- Me? - No, that girl.

No, she was like us, from Rome.

But, do you know? You told him, right?

I know a girl like that, with that name, she's French.

Michelle.

Michelle was with us in a commune in Milan.

This is also a very sad moment

because it's not only about our choices, is it?

The choices we're unable to take at this moment

and stylize them with words, or with gestures,

that aren't spontaneous, do you get me?

But the ones we made this summer, or with Michelle,

in Milan, or you in Ovada

or all our friends here,

who try to live our lives not just survive.

I mean, our existence would be vital.

So...

it'd be nice if you tried

to live in this different way.

Talking about what you felt in Ovada,

of the things you felt with your friends.

But your days are different here. - In Milan...

I stayed in a commune... in Via Madonnina.

- Where? - Via Madonnina.

In Brera.

Do you know it?

There was a room for smoking,

a room for shooting up,

and one for getting high.

Why are you laughing?

I don't remember the name.

Do you know Pippa? Tommaso.

Do you know him?

There, for example, him... - Do you know Conci? - Yes.

You know them all.

I mean, what do these people give you?

Walking the streets...

Not caring about what's around you, because you're not interested

because it gives you nothing.

You don't want to give anything, because you don't know them

You don't know these people,

who don't smile at you, who give you nothing.

You wouldn't even accept a smile.

I don't feel this from you anymore because now we're sitting here

and we can't move, we can't express ourselves how we'd like to.

But before, when I came here and met you,

I felt these things...

There was lots going on in Milan, in France,

all these old friends, our comrades.

They'd try...

They've been arrested...

Leave it open.

No, but the fact that you're expecting a baby.

- What about it? - I have two kids.

- Leave the baby out of it. - This baby's kicking you.

He'll come out and kick you.

25TH FEBRUARY

Can you unblock this number, please?

6, 5... - Yes.

- 4, 4. - Yes.

- 9, 2, 4. - Right away.

Thanks.

- The client has been informed. - Thanks.

- Can I speak to Anna, please? - Hello?

- Anna. - Yes.

I can hear properly now.

Listen, we found some water.

Tell me again. I didn't hear you before.

About what?

Before, what you were saying about the medicine.

- Ah, about that medicine? - Yes.

I don't remember either.

- You don't? - I'll tell you at home.

Yes, but what did the doctor say?

He said I have to wet my hair first.

- And then? - Because it's very dangerous.

- Dangerous? - Yes.

It's very dangerous. There's even a skull on the bottle.

- What is there? - A skull.

It must be poison. Don't get it in your eyes.

Yes.

You can give some to me too because I can't stop scratching.

- Really? - Yes, me, Raul, Alberto.

Yes, but you've been scratching for ages.

- Sofia? Even the doctor? - Yes.

Yes, I've been scratching for ages.

You've been doing that since I met you anyway.

Thanks.

I've been scratching since you met me?

All right. - Who's at home?

Raul, Alberto, Vanessa.

- Who? - Vanessa, the young girl.

- And? - There's her mother

and her father arrived too, Franco. - And?

- The one with the moustache, remember? - Franco, yes.

And? - And then... who else?

Ah, there's an American girl. - And?

That's it for the moment.

Now hang up, I'll pick you up, we'll go have something to eat.

- But I'm already eating. - You're eating?

Who's cooking? - Alberto.

Listen, I know what we'll do.

I'll send Covazzi, okay?

- Franco? - Yes.

Have you told him?

Him or Otto. Yes, I explained everything to him.

- Torre Argentina, 13. - Wait. What car do you have?

What? What's that?

It's a French car, it's a Citroen.

- Tell him to come up. - I will if I see him.

You'll be outside, okay?

No, I don't want to wait in the street.

He's leaving now, okay? He'll be there in 10 minutes.

Okay, tell him to come up.

No, there's nowhere to park, there's always police there.

- He'll park a bit further on. - 10 minutes, downstairs!

- Fuck off. - Fuck off?

Excuse me...

The door's locked anyway. - It's open now.

Go downstairs in 10 minutes. He's leaving now.

Okay, but I need to finish eating and get dressed.

I see. How long will that be? Tell me, I'll get to come then.

- In fifteen minutes. - Okay, great.

- If he has to wait... - I'll ask him to wait, don't worry.

- All right. - Bye.

Bye. I'll finish eating and get dressed.

- Yes, all right. - Okay?

- Yes, yes. Bye. - Bye, bye.

And fuck off.

You could put a ribbon here.

- A ribbon? - Yes.

- Silly girl. - Why?

- Why would I wear a ribbon? - Go on, put your hair like this.

- I'm not a faggot. - You can put a ribbon here.

You think I'm a faggot?

You're not a faggot?

No. Actually, no.

But through being with you I might become one.

You don't let me go anywhere in the evening.

You always want me here. - What about what's-his-name

who says he went nuts because I told him you can only make love

40 days after giving birth.

And he said: "What will I do?" - Who?

Vincenzo? - Vincenzo.

He didn't believe me,

so he asked a friend.

She said to him: "Yes, you have to wait 40 days."

He was saying: "What will I do? I'll turn into a faggot."

Send him to a whore, there are specialist whores

for husbands whose wives have just given birth.

I'd rather he went with a friend than with a whore.

- Why? - Because they have lots of diseases.

Really?

When guys go with whores, they don't care about that.

They could have syphilis.

- Yes, that's true. - Will you put it there?

You know, in the square they told me you were sick?

Me, sick? With what?

Venereal diseases.

Venereal diseases. - What are they?

The illness you were talking about.

Look, really...

- The lawyer told me. - What the hell does he know?

People gossip and so on.

He might have some illness. Seeing he takes it up the ass.

I'll tell him when I see him.

- No, don't. - I won't tell him.

- Or he'll keep making trouble. - But it's best to know these people.

Or he'll start making trouble.

He's a homosexual.

He likes watching people make love.

Well, he doesn't like making love but he likes watching

those who do it.

That's what he asked Franca, right? - Yes, he's a voyeur.

- He turns on watching people do it. - Nice guy, eh?

You know, it's too much effort for him so he watches.

He still likes to take it up the ass though.

He's passive.

He either watches others or gets screwed.

And he only wants to be passive.

Talking of being passive and active...

do you still want to kill yourself?

But you... - What did Raul say,

"You like to take it up the ass." - Who me? That's true.

Did Raul say that or did you?

But weren't you going to kill yourself the other day?

Didn't you want to kill yourself?

I repeat. Didn't you want to kill yourself the other day?

I'm thinking.

Hey.

You've already forgotten what we were talking about.

Are you feeling better?

I'm in the other world already.

- Who? - Me. I feel like I'm in the other world.

Are you?

You've always been there. - Really, I feel as I am the air.

I don't understand.

Well, now you're in the air

because you're tired.

Yes, unfortunately.

We get old.

- But you're 200 years old. - Exactly, we get old.

I'm losing my hair a bit, but I'm young.

I've got more than you, but I'm old.

- You're 16! - I'm 200 years old.

- 216? - 216 years old.

What will you do once you've had the baby?

We'll go to Tuscany.

Tuscany?

Come to my house then. I'll never be rid of you.

First I met you in Rome. Now after having the baby,

you can go your own way. But no.

You'll come to Tuscany to see me. But what did I do to you?

I'll never be rid of you. Dammit!

We like each other.

We're made to get on.

Can I have a cigarette, Roland?

Roland has American cigarettes.

- Who gives a damn? - Why are you always cross with him?

Because he makes me mad.

I ask him for matches, he doesn't answer. I ask him again, nothing...

I ask him for the third time and get no reply. Fuck him, he's deaf.

- You're a real bitch. - Why?

Or maybe not. Roland says you're not, I say you are, who knows.

They talk about repression. I'd like to...

give you a spanking.

- But I'm a bitch. - Maybe the nuns were right.

- They were right? - Yes.

Because you're a bitch, you say so yourself. Why are you a bitch?

I never used to be, I became a bitch.

Ah, okay.

So you make me pay for everything that the nuns did to you.

If you say they were right, who should I take it out on?

But I've never seen you do a kind act,

I've never understood

whether what I did was right or wrong, not that I want anything,

like an acknowledgement, but...

I called you daddy and Baffo, because of the moustache.

Exactly, it's easy to preen and stroke the moustache...

You'll see the day when the hens piss...

What you say, Roland?

She says she's been kind.

Listen, Roland, I'm deaf too. Shout.

She said she's been kind.

Stroking your moustache, your cheeks and calling you "daddy."

But that's an easy thing to do.

I'll put this book here so the sound will be better.

I don't know, I think she didn't want to do it.

I've never thought about it. - She takes the easy road.

Listen, don't be a pain in the ass.

Leave him alone. But you're rude to him,

you always tell him to stop being a pain.

Have you ever spoken nicely to him? - No, and I never will.

Roland, she doesn't love you.

When she came to this house

and she thought she would go back to Piazza Navona that night

because she didn't feel safe,

she looked for the easy road then too.

It was great seeing her. You said: "Look how nice."

She said: "How great it would be to jump off."

Spontaneously, seeing that height, she wanted to jump.

That's easy. It's true.

But now you like it. You're out of danger, right?

You've found a boyfriend, the baby's on its way, your cough has gone,

so you're no longer thinking of death and you say it's bullshit.

But when there's something going on at home,

when they're a pain in the ass, as you say,

then you start again.

You have a long face and you say, "Go on, go away."

FLASHBACK 13TH FEBRUARY

Why don't you want to talk to me?

You haven't done anything today?

Look at your eyes, they're scary.

You really are a child.

Are you crying?

Why are you crying?

Why are you crying?

DO YOU WANT TO WASH A PLATE?

Do you want to drink?

Do you want to eat?

Do you want to wash a plate?

Do you want to go to Piazza Navona?

Do you want some sweets?

I've got some with me.

Did you know that?

Let's make up and go and see...

Come on, let's go, come on.

Let's go.

Let's go, come on.

Come on.

Let's make up, come on.

Look, you put your ass down on a fork.

You're crazy.

She sat down on a fork.

Leave us alone.

Who'll wash that later?

Will I wash it or will you?

You like it now.

You're out of danger, right?

You've found a boyfriend, the baby's on its way, your cough is gone.

So you're no longer thinking about death and you say this is bullshit.

But when there's something going on at home,

when they're a pain in the ass, as you say,

then you start again.

You have a long face and you say, "Go on, go away."

That's it.

- What? - A cigarette.

You'd stop smoking if you had to ask Roland for a cigarette.

You're a real Sardinian, stubborn.

- I'm very stubborn. - You shouldn't be.

Sometimes you should give in.

What's the point of being so stubborn?

What's the point?

Because when someone busts my ass nothing can stop me.

I've never understood why you hate Roland.

Tell me why. Does he remind you of a head teacher?

Or a nun?

I just find him so irritating.

When someone irritates me, it's best they disappear because...

But why? Tell me, I don't understand.

- I know why. - You can tell your daddy.

No, leave it.

- You want me to leave it? - Yes.

- Can't we talk? - No.

I never talk behind someone's back, but there's the fact that...

There, I was thinking of that.

The point is that, whatever we talk about here,

he always talks behind our backs, so...

I'm doing what he does, don't you think?

If you don't do that, I'll never know, even if Ronald leaves.

When Ronald leaves, you could talk to me, right?

Yes, but we can talk about this.

- We can? - Yes, another day.

Okay, yes.

But he must remind you of some head teacher

or something like that. - No.

You're a bit racist.

I'm not.

It's just the way I am.

- You're a bit strange, though. - Perhaps.

Perhaps. I'm Sardinian, I'm stubborn, a hot-head.

- Let me feel. - It is.

My goodness, it is.

If you hit a Sardinian's head, you get hurt.

What are custom officers' heads like?

I met one in the street once. We had a punch-up.

What a head-butt!

Am I hurting the baby? - You're squashing my belly.

- Sorry. - Move your body down.

- Sorry. - On my legs.

Okay, on your legs.

26TH FEBRUARY

- No. It's for my son. - Come on, Anna.

Get it out... - It's for my son.

I'm not embarrassed with you. Shut up.

Nothing embarrasses you.

- Here, look. You like it? - It's all black, I can't see anything.

- What would you like to see? - You tell me.

What do you want to see?

Tell him we're libertarians.

You never let anyone look or touch you before.

- Really! - Sorry, madam.

Listen...

Shall we do the blow job too?

Fuck off, you and your blow jobs.

You like it a bit.

- Come on, move these feet. - Will you delete this?

Look, don't delete it.

You won't? Okay, one, two, three, music.

I wanted it to be on TV.

Look at this blow job.

Over to Milan. Over.

Florence over to Milan. Go on.

Over to Sardinia.

- No. - It's your turn.

- I'm going. - Are you biting his whole arm?

Give him space.

- It tastes bitter. - Don't bite it.

Sardinia over to Cagliari.

I don't give blow jobs.

- She doesn't give blow jobs! - Over to Florence.

Over to Florence? Let's wank, then, come on.

This guy's a joker.

Bend over a bit.

Bend this way, put your head here.

No, this way.

Are you coming?

Bend over a bit.

Bend over a bit.

Monkey.

I can do that too. Monkey, hen.

Listen.

Listen here.

Listen, Giacomo has an appointment for tomorrow.

At three, okay? - Even earlier.

- Why do you always talk like that? - Shit!

Speak up! We can't hear you.

He's scared. Why? What did you do to this guy?

You've turned him into an idiot? - She's addled my brain.

Exactly.

Say something.

Shall we tell him?

Shall we tell him? Does he need mummy's permission?

- What do you want to talk about? - Talk.

Damn...

You're asking her before you talk? Is she your mother now?

- I don't know what you want to talk about? - What was it?

You're mad, I like you.

Nice comrade.

You've let this young woman charm you again.

Tell me this story, this is the microphone. One, two, three, go.

- Music. - Music, go on.

Tell us this story, Vincenzo. - Shall we tell him?

Goddammit...

My goodness, kids.

But I told her.

- You haven't met a blonde in a long time. - My God.

Tell him for how long.

He's just got out of Regina Coeli, he's always wanked.

Started trembling.

Worse than Agostini.

- Agostini. - Because you've told us nothing.

He doesn't even know what he wanted to tell you.

Well, I congratulate you because this guy's better than the other one,

the one in Piazza Navona. I like him more, he's nicer.

Even though he's shy, he doesn't talk, he asks for your permission.

He's better than the other one.

He wasn't nice.

I'm not nice either.

No, you're nice.

You're scared.

So you're not going to cut yourself anymore, okay?

Don't cut yourself anymore.

Look, if I want to, I'll go to the bathroom and do it.

- But now you have a boyfriend... - Exactly.

I said if I want to.

Vincenzo, do you have a few razors?

- In the new house. - We've banned...

- In the new house. - We've banned razors.

In the house in Torre Argentina.

- Razors, blades. - Will you be nice to her?

We passed you this parcel. Will you be nice to her?

WE PASSED YOU THIS PARCEL

- It's her who's not nice to me. - Is she like that with you too?

As soon as we got home she called everyone stupid.

FLASHBACK THE POLICE

Anna?

Won't you go back to the nuns?

I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's coming to get me.

- Aren't you going back? - Yes, tonight.

Okay.

Enough.

Fuck off.

What a jerk!

8TH MARCH 1972 CAMPO DE' FIORI.

Mom! I fell over.

WE CLAIM THE RIGHT TO OWN OUR BODY

ROMAN FEMINIST GROUP

Abortion laws

as well as all the rest, are as urgent

as aids to mental health...

In the family the man is bourgeois.

Women are proletarian.

In the family, the man is bourgeois, the woman is proletarian.

In the family, the man is bourgeois, the woman is proletarian.

In the family, the man is bourgeois, the woman is proletarian.

Stop this, come on.

I'll block you.

- You can't go through. - Why?

- You can't go through. - But I want to.

- You can't go through. - Can't I walk?

Let's go!

That way.

Why?

Let's sit on the ground.

Friends.

In front... - Go on the sidewalk.

In front of the police we'll resist.

LADIES, GO ONTO THE SIDEWALK.

Go on the sidewalk.

Ladies, go on the sidewalk, please.

Leave it.

- But... on the other side. - Let's get up, come on.

We want freedom

The factory isn't enough for us

We will fight

We're destroying the family

We don't care.

Calm down.

We don't need your permission, both as man and a policeman.

If you commit a crime, I'll throw you in jail.

Do you understand?

Everyone bears the consequences of their actions.

You're a policeman. - Will you stop it?

Please, leave them alone.

The police, the police.

Fascist police. Fascist police.

I can't even speak, so what can I say?

I don't want to.

Wait, you journalists,

try not to say certain things, because everything will be sorted out.

- Everything will be sorted out? - Of course.

Tomorrow the newspapers will say that in actual fact the police...

Hold on, he attacked me.

Inspector, you should do this...

She came at me.

You were trying to run the blockade.

I told you to demonstrate in the square only.

Fascist police, fascist police.

Will you stop it!

Police, you are the bosses' servants. Police, you are the bosses' servants.

Come on, if you're brave enough, police!

Put down your weapons.

Put down your weapons.

You're not men.

You've come here armed because you're scared of us.

That's why. - That's enough, lady.

We've come disarmed because we're not scared of you.

- Well said! - That's right!

- Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? - You're irresponsible.

You're irresponsible. Now stop this!

Enough!

- Come on. - Move!

- What shall I film? - Him.

Come on, zoom in.

- Did they hit her? - Yes.

You hit me because I was defending a kid.

Let go of me.

What bastards!

If I'd had a bomb, I'd have thrown it at them!

If I'd had a bomb, I'd have thrown it at them.

Because I can't stand seeing certain things.

60 years old and he hit her with his truncheon.

With his truncheon. - Tell the TV about this.

The girl said to him, "You've come disarmed"...

They charged us.

Sit down and wait. Why do you keep scratching?

You have already shot in the kitchen, haven't you?

What's that?

The police.

Cops.

What do you call it?

- The cops. - What?

The cops.

What's so funny?

Do you want a blow job?

I don't do them. You do.

Your mouth would be perfect.

Yes, because you move like this.

So what? I'm a mime artist.

You do these things in the theatre.

8TH MARCH, EVENING

- I almost got beaten. - Go next door.

Take it and eat it, okay?

Roland, fucking hell...

Give me a light.

We won't wait for him here, we'll wait somewhere else.

What if I want to wait here?

I don't want to wait for him there. - Okay.

Shut up, shut up!

Shut up!

- You're not scared... - Stop being a pain in the ass.

Did he say something?

- He doesn't want to be heard. - Let's go down, what shall we do?

Earlier you wanted to stay here.

No, waiting 10 minutes wouldn't have changed anything.

If we wait for him, we could film something.

I don't want to film anything, why do I have to?

- Okay. - He doesn't get it.

Keep your voice down?

Okay.

It's not my business...

Really, if I were you, at this point, I wouldn't give a damn.

I'd sleep here.

I'd relax without thinking about what needs doing.

- Do it. - Eh?

Do it then.

You shouldn't worry about what will happen.

Let me see your smile.

If I see you smile, I'll melt.

Nothing matters.

- Shall we go? - Let's go, yes.

Wait, I'll get my coat.

Do a shot of me. Like this, look.

It's brilliant.

Shall we walk?

Let's walk.

Massimo is here.

Bye.

I have to go, I need my jacket.

- What now? - No, because...

What?

What? - Just for something.

Okay.

Okay.

Have you eaten? - Yes.

Okay.

The man downstairs asked if we can walk more quietly

because there's a revolution.

He saw me on the stairs.

Mister Sarchielli.

He said please...

- Have you got the key... - What?

- The key for... - No, I just came in. What key?

I came on foot. - They were looking for it.

Can't you see I walked? They've got it.

The ashtray is there.

Hi Roland. - Who has the keys?

- What? - Who has the keys?

I don't know, one of them.

- Someone must take them out. - Calm down.

She's angry because we wanted to shoot.

She wanted to go to the doctor's right away. What a mess!

She wants to go to the doctor's too?

Now that I said I have to go...

that I have to go home for 10 minutes, they want to shoot.

We did nothing for three hours earlier.

You know we have to do this now, don't be difficult.

Yes, we did absolutely nothing for three hours.

- Do what you like. - They could have done it before.

Because some things happened, all hell broke loose.

Okay, all hell broke loose now, but what were we doing?

Exactly.

There were people who got beaten up.

- What's that got to do with it? - It does.

We've been here since 8.

There were people waiting.

But we waited for you for hours the past few days!

All right, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Yes, but there are no keys.

- What's the matter Anna? - Don't be a pain in the ass.

- Listen, listen... - Sorry, eh!

We're not enemies. - No, but I've waited three hours.

- There are people downstairs. - He nearly made me fall earlier.

I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. - Who?

Roland.

- Leave him alone. - But Roland...

You're always drunk. Relax, leave it, come on.

Listen, get out of the way, sit down there.

So, tell me something.

We're going now anyway.

Where are you going?

I would understand if we weren't with friends, but where are you going?

What's down there? - Go to hell.

What's going on out there?

I don't give a damn. I'll come with you, if you like.

- Shall we go? - Yes.

Anna, what you're doing is unfair.

It's unfair.

- Massimo, see you tomorrow? - Bye Vincenzo, see you tomorrow.

No, but I can understand many things.

I don't like to see a friend suffer, okay?

Do you think she cares about friends who suffer?

What?

Damn, sorry.

There are people, yes.

There are. - There's a situation in this house...

Sorry.

No worries.

It's people like them that cannot be forgiven.

I know but, on the other hand, we started this thing.

Now we just have to help this girl. - Yes, but not like this.

I've seen friends of mine try to commit suicide because they were in love.

Pregnant women are crazy.

And even after, when they weren't, then there was the father,

the mother, society, goddammit,

because someone knew how to play the guitar but wouldn't let them,

because they'd been beaten since they were young.

So, at 20, they've been raised, then like animals, they get slaughtered.

But they rebelled and said: "No, I won't put up with this shit,"

because they realized they were becoming a big and handsome foal.

Do you understand?

- But her... - She rebelled.

But she doesn't bite.

She's suffering. - No, she isn't suffering.

No.

Yes.

But she'll ruin the man she's with.

She'll ruin the man she's with.

Because she'll make him suffer, because she knows she's beautiful.

Sylvie Vartan and Johnny Hallyday.

I see lakes and forests in your eyes that

I'd never have seen if I hadn't seen you

Now that you're here...

Shit, these people suffer,

they get beaten till they're 13 by their parents

and the mothers have to be whores

because their husbands make them be whores,

because they fall in love with those with prettier mouths,

with eyes up here. Shit!

Is that right?

So these kids grow up and they fall in love

with a simple, humble and rebellious girl

who's also pretty. - Here, it'll help you.

Yes.

I got this book, I've never read it.

I got it because there's a typical example, Olga Germi.

Germi's husband used to be violent then apologize.

Goddammit!

And then he abuses her.

This woman rebelled after years in nightclubs and so on.

She got together with a hippie guy called Maurizio

who's one of my greatest friends.

And she tells this person, "I love you."

And they live their lives for real with their children.

But the husband threatens her and wants to take the kids away.

He ruins this beautiful woman's life in every possible way.

Olga, Olga!

- Are you in love with her? - No.

So?

So I want this story to be made public

because she can't do anything against her husband.

He's a director.

- What? - He's a director.

He's a film director.

Yes, but she doesn't care, and buys everything,

including the servants...

because he's madly in love with his wife.

Because he loves these things.

I don't want to be a spy.

But yes, of course, I understand.

- You see? - Of course. I understand, yes.

- Come on, come here. - You were born in a city like Rome...

Like fuck.

Germi's okay, but there aren't many at all.

Dustin Hoffman, "Straw Dogs."

"A Pocketful of Chestnuts" with Gianni Morandi.

What damn problems are they about?

You're telling me?

They've got power.

And they ruin the best of friendships, people who change their opinions,

the people who really know how to go on because they're good,

because they're clean inside and not because they have things, okay?

- Are you working now? - No, I want to cut all these scenes

because I don't like them. - What scenes?

Joe Cocker Power.

Joe Cocker Power leaving in his plane is bullshit

because it's right that young people hang around together,

but not with Joe Cocker Power written on the plane,

even if nowadays, in America, planes are the equivalent

of cars in Italy.

Just think.

- Have you eaten? - No.

- Any rice left? - No.

I'll say this later.

What I'm saying is right,

that if someone wants to love they should do so freely.

- You talk too much. - No, I'm talking about this girl.

- This girl's busted our asses. - This girl...

has busted our asses just like 300 other people did.

Don't shout.

Yes, what's his name, Charles Bronson.

Bronson.

Like a hiss.

What is this violence about?

"Final shot"

This guy falls for a girl and does everything to please her,

but the girl doesn't give a damn.

We can't shout, or the police will come here.

The police will come?

Will they come to wipe our asses?

- Today we were working... - They'll lick our asses.

In the square, they chased us.

Yes, they did.

But you know, the square...

is also a bull-fighting square.

We need to see which side the matador's on.

Because it's always the bulls that attack.

I'm a bull,

but I'm also a matador. - You want to be an actor tonight?

No.

I mean, yes.

- You want to be an actor? - I am an actor.

This book is bullshit

because it'd be awful if servants acted like their masters.

Or if masters acted like servants.

Because if you go to Africa, the Sahara, Morocco,

you'll always see people arriving with air-conditioned coaches

and say with a childish look: "I'm pure."

But instead they're bastards.

Guys...

They should've dropped the atomic bomb on the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

We all have to have a shower, we've got lice, you know.

Yes, crabs, that's the common name.

I don't give a damn about them.

They're decent bugs.

As a painter I am able to distinguish quite well

my personal situation from that of others.

Therefore I just want each individual...

10TH MARCH

TUESDAY, STRIKE 8:30 DEMONSTRATION

THE MASTERS WANT TO EXPLOIT US, WE'LL DESTROY THEM TO PROTECT OURSELVES

WE'RE UNITED: WORKERS, STUDENTS, GARDENERS, ROAD CLEANERS,

CLEANING LADIES, LAUNDRY STAFF, LABOURERS, HOSPITAL WORKERS,

TOURISTS, STOCK BROKERS, LECTURERS AND RESEARCHERS AGAINST EXPLOITATION.

MATERNITY AND GYNAECOLOGY WARD

Come on.

- What happened upstairs? - Come on.

Nothing, it's a girl.

- So the baby was born. - Yes, it's a girl.

We called the paediatrician to see what is going on.

I'm happy. - Why didn't she want us to see her?

- Because... - She didn't want to be filmed?

She didn't want us to film her,

because she felt a bit lonely amidst the other women there.

The nurses didn't want us to, because they want to be prepared.

Because the toilets were dirty, everywhere was dirty.

So they would have needed to prepare the place.

This story ends like this.

What will you do now? - I don't know.

No plans as yet.

This is like a mega-interview. I don't know, no plans.

It's spring, then summer will come. I don't know.

We'll go to the countryside.

Say something in conclusion. Are you happy?

I almost feel like I've grown wings.

I feel I could fly.

I don't know. I have a different feeling...

I feel different.

They'll give her a number, take her to another room,

away from her mother, from the bosom, from the person who gave her life.

It's from now that...

They only teach suffering here. Violence and all the rest.

We should leave as soon as possible,

maybe we shouldn't have come to this hospital at all.

The paediatrician took the baby.

I didn't get to see her. He took her away.

He said he would let us see her, but then he didn't.

Then they said they had to cut her and they cut her down below.

She's under anaesthetic, she had stitches.

They cut everything.

They've all agreed, the doctor too.

He said they always do it the first time a woman gives birth.

The birth will cost more because of the operation on top,

that's 80,000 liras extra.

- How much? - 80,000 liras, for the doctor.

I don't know what the hell to do.

He could've said thanks.

She doesn't trust them either, dammit.

She's up to her neck in the bourgeois medical system.

They're making money on the birth.

I thought they knew that too,

that bosses, hospitals, prisons and barracks are like this.

Once you're in, you're screwed. - You're in their hands.

Whatever you do you're sick because you don't understand their medicine.

You're isolated.

YOU'RE SICK BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEIR MEDICINE

There's no human factor.

It's normal for them that patients and doctors can't communicate.

It's the system.

The system of people who do 24 hours' work in here

and end up not knowing themselves either, let alone others.

I don't recognise any form... of medicine anymore.

Babies are born like this.

Tomorrow morning?

No, you can go because the nurses are on strike.

- The nurses are on strike? - Yes.

- We could go then. - Yes.

With our camera.

Does it depend on something? - There'll be no lights.

We'll bring some.

What happened at the hospital?

Nothing, she had this thing on her head.

Then she said she was 16. - Okay.

She cried a lot, saying everything was horrible.

They won't let her see the baby because she'll pass things onto her.

- Lice. - Yes, of course.

She's going nuts, she says she wants to run away,

she's already kicked up a fuss. I doubt they'll give her the baby.

If she runs away, how will she get the baby?

I doubt they'll give her the baby because you need...

- Is there a law? - Of course.

You need an adult's permission.

A guardian or parent.

- Vincenzo? - What's he got to do with it?

Vincenzo could say it's his baby.

Will he do that?

I don't know.

- You don't know. - We need to talk to her.

WILL HE DO THAT?

We need to talk to this girl, she's making trouble.

Last night she said she wanted to run away.

She said, "I'll run away tonight. I'll take my baby and run away."

How can she take the baby when she won't know which one it is?

The babies are all together. She hasn't even seen her.

Can you picture the scene? She gets dressed, goes upstairs,

where the nursery is, then she chooses a baby.

Can you picture the scene? She'll go and choose the baby.

She chooses one, risks being wrong, and takes it away.

She'll get 20 years in jail.

Immediately.

Not in jail, but... - She keeps saying,

"Like hell am I staying here, fuck off all of you," really loudly.

Two minors are coming out on Sunday, her and her baby.

So whoever her guardian is has to sign for her.

That's all. - Will someone go?

She's not independent and she should be on her own, I think.

Besides, no one has the courage to leave her on her own.

Yes, she deserves to be, really.

And there's that guy.

- He's being the baby's dad... - It's incredible.

He hasn't eaten because you have to go down to the bar to eat.

He's not sleeping. He was there for three days.

Until yesterday.

Without sleeping or eating, just going up and down for her.

His father used to be a tyrant and now as a father he is a slave.

When he came out, he behaved as if he were the father.

I saw him when he was waiting.

It depends on how they asked her,

because she was going through the most painful moment.

- She was in pain... - Do you understand?

It depends on how you asked her.

Maybe they said, "Well, I don't think it's appropriate to film you."

Then she said no.

Then I also think that she was forced to play scenes

that were painful for her.

Some old situations of hers,

from a certain moment in her life, that were painful for her.

This bothered her. - Yes, it irritated her.

For the first days the father was there...

It's always painful to be conscious of those problems.

- And for her... - So she was angry with us,

because we forced her to relive these scenes.

We even tried in this way.

We tried to collectively become conscious of her problems.

All together. But it irritated her so much that she'd run away,

she kept refusing.

So maybe when she said

she didn't want to be filmed, that was part of it too.

We were bothering her. - And it was a difficult moment.

It's clear that she screwed us over from a film director's point of view.

She did that by turning to an institution.

The same institution that gave her an operation she might not have needed,

that will report her to a juvenile court

or that will request permits.

It's one of those double standards...

of these people here.

People who don't know how to choose because they're terrified.

And because she...

She said to go please, because Vincenzo's called me three times.

He's exasperated too.

Now this kid arrived. - He's not exasperated.

He wants to screw and he has to wait 40 days.

- He'll die. - Really.

- He won't survive. - It's a tragedy.

He can't go 40 days without.

The other day on the sofa, he wanted to bugger her.

What's up? Are you embarrassed?

I don't think he's one of those that... He must be a nice person.

I don't know him. - No, but I'm kidding.

I think she met someone who doesn't use her, Vincenzo.

I don't know him.

Remember those days at the house? I wanted to throw her down the stairs.

I swear. - She was with me for two months.

You looked after her in your own way, you were out all day.

- No. - You were.

I came home at midday, made soup, brought her things.

- At four, at five. - No, at three, at two.

You left her alone quite a bit.

Of course, otherwise you'd have kept her there 20 days only.

Well, I couldn't...

I had to work, what could I do?

Massimo, before the idea for this film came about

you wanted to get rid of her.

As soon as you thought of the film you said:

"No, shit, she's staying and she's going to stay with me."

and you let her stay for two months because you needed her for the film,

so you used her fully until the end. And now you're angry...

FLASHBACK 13TH FEBRUARY

Anna.

Shall we make up?

Let's make up. Come here.

Look at your hands.

Can you see them?

Your hands are limp. Are you dead?

Damn you!

You need to have hope, to pray to Our Lady. Do you ever pray to her?

"But you I beg...

"make not your anger manifest...

"for all that lives need is help from all the rest.

"Her prayers, however, seemed to be no good.

"She'd asked too much.

"Her belly swelled. In the morning...

"She started to feel dizzy

"And she would kneel in a cold sweat before the Cross...

"Also because she couldn't stand up."

- No, I don't want to. - Come on!

Just your knickers. - No, can't you see what I'm doing?

- Come on. - But you're really... no!

- Come on. - Come on!

- Come on, come with me. - Stop it.

You're making me angry now. - And so?

No!

Are you crazy?

You're being a pain in the ass.

- What do you mean? - Who's shouting?

She is, she doesn't want to play with me.

Come on, she's joking with you.

- I want to dance. - This is nice,

let's have a dance in the evening.

Look how nice it is. Here.

Put the other hand in too.

Make it dance.

You're a young lady.

Here, these are the legs.

And I'm a young man.

Okay?

Let's pretend I invite you to dance?

Miss?

Massimo, before the idea for this film came about

you wanted to get rid of her and you were trying to do that.

As soon as you thought of the film you said,

"No, damn, she's staying and she's going to stay with me."

You let her stay for two months because you needed her for the film

so you used her fully till the end. And now you're angry...

Right now, at this moment, she's in a hospital bed,

thinking, perhaps, of getting dressed in secret

and escaping with the baby, following this utopian theory...

What do you think she cares about the existence of a law

that says a person who's 16 is a minor. What does she care?

She doesn't even take it into account. - She's right.

Since she's so vulnerable, exposed to certain attacks

which are clear and defined, because she can't run away,

because there are institutions, like mental ones, policewomen,

and institutes...

So many things that are on her shoulders in a real way.

What we do every day...

when we adapt, when we get on with life,

because otherwise, if we were like Anna

we'd all be in jail or in mental hospitals.

Instead, because we're able enough and aware of what society is,

we've studied, we have a Marxist culture and so on...

This allows us to be good enough

to remain in our houses, with our asses here.

Shit!

What about the compromises?

I'm not saying it's the best solution at all,

but, at the end of the day,

we don't have to...

We don't have to say to her, "Be careful when you go to hospital."

"Don't let them see you have lice, don't curse, don't say 'fuck off'

because otherwise the situation will change."

The fact is that it's a way of saving yourself

and at the same time accepting the institution.

I want to talk about what Annabella said

when you spoke about turning to the authorities.

Those who are apolitical,

and who want freedom for their own damn interests,

for individual reasons,

they are always willing to turn to the authorities.

- When it's of use to them. - Yes, they're closet fascists.

APRIL 1973 ONE YEAR LATER

These things seemed so out of reach when I was kid, like a dream.

That was evil, the devil.

Now I've seen him and it was like seeing death, the end.

I didn't think there were people like that.

Look at this thing.

We even came to blows.

No, there's really nothing left to do.

Sometimes, fighting is good because you feel more like yourself.

Without beating about the bush.

No, when a ship sinks

everything gets wrecked.

You have to start a new journey with a different person.

A hundred different people.

I thought she wanted to go home.

In a period like this, I could still help her, I could stick by her.

Last night too...

I was close to her.

But then no.

It's like she's with me just for the money,

just to exploit me. It's hard to believe.

Such a terrible thing.

Then, I said to her: "A friend of mine wants to talk to you."

Well, she acted the same with everyone.

She told everyone a load of lies.

She told me that some guy had beaten her.

She told someone else that some guy wanted to screw her.

She told other people other things.

So...

She punched me.

I gave her one back.

Then another and I threw her onto the ground...

Then I left.

There's nothing more to do, it's an appalling behaviour.

She should understand certain things.

Of course, it won't be me who makes her understand.

When she understands, it'll be hard, maybe.

Or maybe she knows and she's happy like this.

But this is about me as well,

and what I really want.

There's this little girl, it's not such a big problem.

You can't...

Changing things or people often isn't right.

You want to change...

It's not right. Everyone must do what they have to.

But if you choose to be with someone...

if you want to have a life in common...

There's the baby, this life...

It doesn't mean accepting compromises and suffering...

having to endure your baby, your husband, your home. No.

It means living, being yourself.

It means having an honest relationship with others.

It's not about being a male or a female.

It's a human aspect.

Not just a man's, it's human.

I was at home on my own with this baby, I had to work.

I turned to a woman who says she loved children,

loved life, and couldn't stand to see children suffer.

She seemed great.

I called her, we met in Campo de' Fiori.

I told her that Anna had left home,

had left me alone with the baby and that I had to go to work

and if someone could look after her.

She said: "She was right, because men have to look after kids too."

As if I didn't look after her, as if I was a bastard

who was telling her to be a mother to the baby.

But I was working 8 hours a day, then coming home

and having to cook for the baby, for me, for Anna.

I changed her, then the bed, then I cleaned the house.

And this woman, without seeing me,

without knowing me, without realizing I was suffering, just thought...

He's got a kid on his own.

Anna had left. I was there that evening,

I got home at 11, the baby was crying, no one was in.

What if I'd wanted to leave too? Freedom for freedom.

What if I'd left that night too?

I wondered what would've happened. The baby would've died.

I'm being serious.

I don't want to say whether she was right or not.

No, this is about duty.

Bringing up a baby is a duty.

You can't let it die.

It's different if I wanted to die. Everyone chooses how to die.

I don't even think you can choose.

I don't know.

Anyway, she can't grow up in an institute or with her grandparents.

And I like being with her.

You should see how cute she is.

She's got her own personality. She's already one and a half.

This woman who told me she did the right thing,

that men have to look after kids, she's right.

Should have I beaten her? I don't know.

Because...

sometimes that's right too.

You have to defend the spaces you've created for yourself.

Anna, too...

Who's never made a mistake, who's never been wrong?

But, you see,

being wrong is one thing, but choices...

If two people get together to build something,

that's one thing.

There are always contradictions in that, it's right there are,

otherwise everything's dull.

But instead, everyone...

Nothing.

There's one thing I don't understand.

I've realised that within Anna...

there's total despair.

She refuses and rejects everything.

But it should be a "no"...

a real "no," a revolutionary one,

not resignation, not death.

Well, if I were to die, I'd...

I'd be a partisan.

In Florence a man was found with an arsenal in '43.

An arsenal for partisans, there were guns.

They found it.

This man didn't let himself be caught.

He stood at the window and started shooting.

They went there with tanks.

Platoons, I don't know.

When you really... This visceral hatred you feel,

this rage you feel...

Things are distorted, not as they are.

I've seen so much I no longer know what's right or wrong.

I can't say this is right or this is wrong.

I've seen some terrible things.

Really terrible.

I thought there was some good in this society,

even in the field of work.

You work but then you can have some time for yourself,

you can be your own person, you can be yourself.

But no. You have to be...

How do you say? A piece of...

A certain type, made in a certain way.

Then you have to tell people about how you are.

No, that's not on.

There.

And one more thing.

There's something I want to know.

This baby, if you really loved her,

you'd never let anyone take her away.

Maybe you'd do everything to stop that, even give your life.

But instead, this complete rejection of life, the baby, the house,

me, as well.

It could be for yourself, a bit of self-respect.

Nothing, it's not on. Then it's not even a revolutionary rejection,

it's not a refusal of this society, it's a refusal of life, of love.

We should only reject...

those who repress us, those who exploit us,

those who kill for no reason.

Gratuitous violence, when you become...

The fair violence about saying no.

I've not seen fair revolutionary violence yet,

I've not seen it.

It's such an unattainable thing.

As soon as you hear about it, you're scared.

When it's so close, you have freedom.

A shiver.

I wonder what lies ahead for me.

I might find myself in a desert

then at a certain point I'll feel nostalgic

about cakes, films, people,

milkshakes.

But we should also be honest, even about being mean,

even in our worst moments,

if only there were a little honesty,

or something similar, this can make up for things.

But when you're saying no to everything, to yourself too...

I don't want to do that, I don't want to die like that.

It's moral torture, you get labelled as being an anarchist,

or a communist, or a hippy.

"No" should be said to these people.

Not to yourself, to a baby, to life.

This is what Anna was unable to do in this year and a half.

THE END