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Bon soir, Ann-Marie

- How's it going - bon soir

Some turnout this evening, eh?

...you know, really...

...no, listen, it's true. I tell you, I've met you before, you must believe me...

...not at all...

...it'd be a pleasure...

Alan, it's for you...

Sandra, you're an angel!

Sandra! You grow more ravishing...

Don't be silly...

Would you like a drink?

...thank you...

...nothing - fortunately I have a good character...

...because otherwise you'd be bored, now...

...ah, Andrew!...

You're leaving tomorrow?

Yes, tomorrow

Darling, something wrong?

It's the music

Shall we go closer?

- Thank you - Good luck, Sandra, dear

- Good luck in America - Bon voyage

Good night

Good night, Sandra, bon voyage

- Good evening, thank you very much - Thank you, good night

Bon voyage, Andrew

Have a nice trip. Good night

I'm dead... absolutely dead!

So am I

And we have to get away early in the morning

Everyone seemed to enjoy the party

So it seemed... what a mob

- You liked it? - Yes

Want a scotch? - A sip - Have some of mine

Thank you

Good night

Thanks for everything

Let's get some sleep

Fosca - hang on a minute

Do you think we'll be there in a half hour?

Maybe less

Good. Fosca, we'll be there within the half hour

Yes

I hope you'll recognize me

Yes

I'll see to them when we get there

She says there are two telegrams

From your brother?

No. He phoned from London. They're from Florence

Father's side of the family

Thanks, goodbye

So you'll meet only our old maid, and relatives even I don't know

See the terraces?

We've arrived!

Here is the San Francesco Gate

The sea is down there

Look!

The old Etruscan wall

We're here, Fosca!

I'm coming

You look fine, Fosca. All in order?

The house yes, but the garden...

I'll see later

This is my husband, Andrew Dawdson

- Good evening - Good evening

- So you're Fosca - Yes, sir

No, thank you, it's not necessary, I can...

This way, please

Pleasant trip?

The best, thank you

Signora...

Was I right to prepare the guest room?

Magnificent!

Excuse me, would you give these to the Signora?

Certainly

But first I must bring up the bags

May I help you?

No, I'll bring up only what we need for the next few days

You're leaving so soon?

In a couple of days

Signorino Gianni comes and goes...

...like the wind too

He comes to Volterra?

Of course

Not as with Signora Sandra. We see him often, particularly of late

Last year he was even here for Easter

Don't be stupid

He was in London last Easter

Couldn't come to our wedding. Remember?

It's true

Yes, I even spoke to him on the phone

But I know he was here for Easter

Came on Good Friday and stayed a month

He was here when they took madame to Palagione

Before that too?

Both before and after

He comes often

Didn't you know?

No, I had no idea

I've never been informed

Sandra, this house is a marvel, a jewel. I didn't expect...

It is like a museum

But excuse me, I'm forgetting

I must bring up our bags

I'll see to it at once

And what about Signor Gilardini?

He sent you those flowers, didn't you see?

He didn't want to upset you on arrival

He'll tell you about madame tomorrow

I've visited her several times at the clinic

But not at the villa

He says the doctors object

They treat her well. Private nurse

Fornari's son, who is now Dr. Zanutti's assistant...

...visits her almost every day

But he thinks she was better off at the clinic

All that isolation

You can go now, Fosca

I've prepared the drawing room, signora

Would you like me to sleep in? What if those from Florence...?

No. No one is coming from Florence

Sandra! Look here!

Look! Come now, smile.

Stop teasing me, please

Come and sit down

Much better

You'll laugh, Sandra

I got lost on my way back

This is the strangest house

Like you in a way

No, no, don't say that!

All right

I'm not sure it's a compliment

I meant it to be

Then let's stay here...

...forever and ever

Well... I... I...

See, you're worried

Poor Andrew

A compliment, you say? Are you sure?

What do you mean?

Don't evade. It's better to keep silent

Anyway I made you laugh

Forgive my moodiness

It's those telegrams

I don't understand...

But why speak of it?

Let's take a look at the garden

It's pitch black out there

There are lights we can switch on

I'll get a wrap

As you wish

Not that way, that wing's been closed off for years

Mother's apartment -

closed ever since she was taken ill

I understand

I'd like you...

...to go there with me tomorrow

Of course

Come now

Sandra, I thought I saw someone

Sorry to disappoint you, but we haven't any ghosts

"From a Nazi rage, he was torn away, to the studies of life, and his loved ones"

Sandra...

Gianni!

Gianni! What are you doing here? Does Forsca know?

Forsca's always been my accomplice

They're not coming

Who?

Father's relatives

They wired from Florence

They're senile and can't travel

No, they want nothing to do with us

Mother's fault. Can you blame them?

I'm Sandra's brother, Gianni

I thought so. Pleased you could make it

You see, he came

Is this the bust to be dedicated?

I must get a closer look at the inscription

I must go in the house and change

Gianni...

I've come to do my duty, then I'm leaving this house

I understand you

You'd better learn some things about me

What are these papers?

Forsca told you that I come here often?

Yes, that was a great surprise to me

Your husband will feel we desert him

What's his name, by the way?

Andrew? Here!

He's a nice chap

I was telling Sandra...

Isn't that a snap judgment on your part?

First impressions are what count with me

Is Sandra a good wife?

She used to be disorganised, lazy

That's Sandra - a disorganised lazybones

I thought marriage might change her

Hope she gave you fair warning

She told me all

Stop it, Gianni!

What are all these papers?

Receipts for what I've sold

I often need money

I can't live on the pittance Gilardini doles out

Hasn't Sandra told you?

I've chosen a difficult calling

She said you have many interests

Meaning none. True, I used to be like that

Then I started writing for certain papers

Oh, trivial society stuff - not serious

But I made a discovery - I love to write

So I started a novel

My editor likes it...

Really?

Story of my adolescence

Are you serious?

See, she never had any faith in her brother

Wait till I'm rich and famous

But unfortunately that day's far off

So, when I'm broke...

...I come back here

Haven't you noticed?

Silver missing, fewer pictures

All this belongs to Sandra and me, you know

I admit I have no right, but I owe a lot

I'll pay you back, Sandra. With interest

I think you did right

Does Gilardini know about this?

Of course. He thinks you do too

Why didn't you tell me about it?

Didn't want to worry you

Tell me why I should live like a pauper

run down to mother's place every time I need money?

We must decide, Sandra

Tomorrow our garden becomes a park dedicated to father's memory

So at least someone will enjoy it

But what about the house?

Is it to crumble away? We can't afford another such gift

Let's sell the furnishings and rent if selling upsets you

Have you a serious proposal?

Just that... I want your consent

Sandra, wait, Sandra...

You're angry

If I've done anything to annoy you,

please forgive me

I don't like you undressing in front of me

Very well

Quite correct, Sandra

I beg your pardon... excuse me

one moment.

Aren't you going to offer a drink?

There's nothing in the house

That's like Forsca. Never thinks of it

We'll go for supplies and drop in at the bar

Been there?

I've not been anywhere

She wants to keep you shut up. But you rebel, don't you?

How stupid you talk, Gianni

Get out, both of you

I want to stay here

and get some rest

Then we'll all stay

No, please go

and I'll go to bed

You can't do that

We've a thousand things to talk over,

and you want to sleep!

The thousand things will keep till morning, when I'm rested, calm

Please order wine when you're out

And try to come in quietly

I might wake you

No, you won't disturb me

I'll sleep in my old bed

I don't like the guest room

Over the centuries, landslides have been burying

this ancient town

All attempts to prevent them have proved futile

Over there stands San Giusto

Volterra is the only town I know condemned to die of disease...

like most human beings

No! Be careful

Slides occur even down here

This is Camaldoli Abbey

The monks had to leave for fear of being buried alive

Here's the church of San Giusto - 16th Century at its best

Excuse me.

Do you know I'm very much in love with your sister?

Glad to hear it

She has spoken of you and the family

For me, however, Sandra was born when we met in Geneva

She had a job as interpreter where I worked

Was she good?

She showed great courage

during our investigation of Auschwitz

Particularly with survivors who had been imprisoned with your father

Before we started the inquiry I thought I knew everything about your sister...

but during this inquiry about a man -

a stranger to me and also practically to his own daughter...

I came to realize I didn't know Sandra at all

Have you been in love?

It happens

Then you too have felt this sudden curiosity...

this desire to know all about a loved one

It's a curiosity that doesn't last

One loves a woman for what she is,

not for what she was or will be

I used to think that too, but not now

Tell me about your sister

Her life here

Her first love

or loves?

I wouldn't dream of asking that

What then?

I want to know about her life here

I'm a foreigner. Everything is so different in my country

Provincial life is the same everywhere

The same unbelievable boredom

and frustration

Unbelievable when you're away,

real the moment you return. Maybe even after 100 years

Want a drink?

A beer

Good evening, sir. Welcome home

Thanks. How are you?

Not bad. Is Signora Sandra back too?

Yes, this is her husband, Andrew Dawdson

A pleasure

Mariella, two beers, and send some whiskey to the palazza

Yes, sir

Andrew, a surprise! Your wife's first Volterra lover

Don't look yet

He's the son of our agent

For love of Sandra he studied and became a doctor

He's Dr. Zanutti's assistant

Care to meet him?

Pietro! You're looking well

Come here, please

I want you to meet Mr. Dawdson, Sandra's husband

Good evening, pleased to meet you

Most lucky of mortals, the man who wed my sister

Where is Sandra?

Well, we're back. This is it, isn't it?

Yes, go on in, I'll close up

How glad I am that you could come

You've grown more beautiful

Thank you

Tomorrow's my father's birthday

We've been kept waiting over a half-hour. This is too much

I won't promise anything, but I'll speak to the major

- It seems the lady is late, Your Honor. - This wedding?

They've been waiting since ten

Do you mind? It'll only take a few minutes

I've never know a wife to keep one waiting this long

Your Honor, my sister

- Good day - Good day

Here is the deed of gift. Please read it

Senor Gilardini has consented

All is in order

I'm tired of warming

the bridegroom's chair

What do you want of me?

What do you want of me

Why have you come here to humiliate me?

Four years, and you glide in here like a snake

You take advantage because I'm ill

But I'll tell Antonio you came to insult me. He'll punish you!

We can now turn to the signing of the documents

We are indebted to you above all

for the gardens and adjoining land

From tomorrow, a park... dedicated to the memory of your illustrious father

In the name of our town, I express our profound thanks...

for this generous gift

You're afraid

You don't want to know the truth about your father

You've got his

Jewish blood in your veins

You're corrupt just as he was

you with your rottenness

your secret vices

We think this is the best way

to express our love for our father...

this will testify to his tragic fate

Everything is in order, sir

You've seen mother?

We've finished, Your Honor

Dedication tomorrow

I warn you in advance that I'm a poor speaker,

but I'll do my best

Till tomorrow then

Good bye

I was looking for you

What do you think you are doing?

Your duty is to ask my permission for any visit

You came here to justify yourself because...

I asked him

You've been complaining about your mother's treatment...

Saying I took her from the clinic...

...not for her good...

No one says that

Oh, yes they do

I don't want any scandal,

but there comes a time when one must speak...

plainly

Good

Wouldn't it be better to talk this over later?

Gianni's right

We'll talk calmly another time, another place

Calmly

Not lose our temper... or we might live to regret it

Maybe they did try to explain to us... at the time

But now I know... I'm sure

They DID denounce father

When news of his death came through,

mother refused to see Gilardini, and then

tried to forget in the arms of other lovers

What more proof do you need?

But she married him, Gilardini

Later!... Later!...

Gilardini knew how to wait

He knew that despite her lovers... her gestures... her frantic goings and comings...

she'd end by giving in to him

Yet it was only after she was ill

that they married

He installed himself as head of this house

Said we needed disciplining...

Took over our education

Before it was a governess...

We were always taught at home

Now Gianni was to go to boarding school in Florence

And I to convent school

He couldn't bear our criticism

That's easily understood

Gianni wrote mother immediately

saying he'd die rather than go to boarding school

He actually took some veronal...

bluffing suicide...

And I... I egged him on

It's not normal for children to play

such degenerate, vengeful games

But our was not a normal atmosphere

Gilardini was always taunting Gianni about that mock suicide

He still speaks of it as a scandal

Anyway, Gianni won

Mother interceded, he went to school here

We stopped speaking in

Gilardini's presence

This led to a new game...

We found great fun

We communicated by messages...

Deposited in secret places

Shall I show you?

Show me

Come

You see, in a place such as this...

Or in this Etruscan vase, for instance

Wasn't it a rather morbid game?

Morbid?

I don't think so

Where else?

Come

Sometimes we hid them here

You see?

And sometimes in mother's room

in this Cupid and Psyche clock

What's that?

A note

"Most urgent!

"Your faithful slave awaits you...

"at the water tower

"Make sure you're not followed"

It can't be so urgent after all these years

All these years?

What are you thinking, Andrew?

Nothing

Do you know who was the "faithful slave"?

It was Pietro

Our agent's son

He loved me and Gianni protected us

We couldn't meet openly... would have caused...

a scandal at home

Yes, Gianni told me

What else did he say?

That provincial life seems unreal when you're away...

But when you return, even after many years...

you're thrown back into it

I don't want that to happen to you, Sandra

It's been almost 20 years

As to your mother, consider her present condition

Besides, I'm not convinced

What you told me proves nothing

Your hostility towards your step-father is only natural...

a normal reaction

Sandra, darling, I want to get you away from here

You're jealous of phantoms

Yes, I'm jealous, I feel a strange force...

a force that's trying to separate us... and I'm afraid

But I love you... you know I love you

Sandra...

The signora is resting

- I'm going out - Very well, sir

Gianni? Gianni!

Gianni - where are you?

You've kept me waiting

Are you sure no one followed you?

No

But I warn you, Gianni, Andrew found the note

Did he

Why make me come here?

To prove...

something

You want to say...?

So many things!

I wanted to say them last night, but your door...

It was you!

Yes

Did you lock it to keep out your husband?

Poor chap. I thought you were happy with him

Look, let's go back to the house,

we can talk there

This is our house

It was once

It isn't any more

What do you want?

Will you lend it to me?

Just today

No! No!

You're crazy!

You're mad, mad, mad!

Give it back to me at once!

No! This evening

Reprehensible!

Leaving me to face mother alone

Two monsters... monsters, my children...

yes, my children...

He was always hiding there, behind the door

What am I to say?

Are my children monsters? My enemies?

Don't speak of it

I'll only hate you

Remember the first time we went down there?

The wind banged the door shut, and you were so scared...

We thought no one would let us out

You cared about me then

I still do, Sandra, I swear it

- It's in mother's room - What is?

The novel

Read it and you'll understand everything

Don't you believe me?

You'll know why I don't want to hear

of your visit to mother

Why I can't talk about it

I've freed myself from some things

forever

I don't want to involve you needlessly

You seem an intelligent, decent man

Please listen to me...

I would like to ask a favor

Take from me

the administration of Sandra's and Gianni's inheritance

I want nothing more to do with their affairs

I never want to see them again

I'm sorry, but...

Signor Gilardini, weren't you going to the house with a lawyer today?

You could talk to Gianni and Sandra

No! I won't set foot in that house!

What I've gone through for that family!

But for me, every cent

would be gone

And what would've become of that poor lady, their mother...

if I hadn't looked after her?

I'll continue to take care of her,

despite limited means and without help from anyone

You must talk to Gianni and Sandra. These misunderstandings -

Misunderstandings?

You're joking

You think I don't hear their insinuations?

Please, Mr. Gilardini...

It's the fault of their upbringing

I was wrong...

wrong to give in

Sandra told me about it

- Really? - Yes

Gianni's difficult adolescence

The fake suicide... the anxiety

Such things often happen

Not so often

I think so

That affair of Sandra's, too

All water under the bridge now

Poor Dr. Fornari

Mr. Dawdson, more than loving Sandra,

he actually worshipped her

Sandra at 16- already a raving beauty...

socially high above him

Yes, I can well understand the mother's opposition,

the small town gossip

No. The real trouble that ravaged my wife's family was

something quite different

What?

Can't you tell me?

Well... nothing to say?

Is what I've written so terrible?

Has anyone else seen this?

My editor

When it's published...

It won't be published

Why not?

Are you taking it personally?

Try to remember...

this is fiction that I've written, fantasy

No one will believe that it's fantasy

You mean a few lazy louts from around here?

Why worry about them?

Why be ashamed of a sin we've not committed?

You're a real bourgeois, Sandra

Can't you see their faces

when they come to this?

"My desire grew...

I hurled myself on my sister's body...

as if to destroy mine enemy

No intimacy could satisfy... "

Good writing, eh?

Stop it! You're disgusting!

What do you want? How much to destroy it?

How much? This is priceless

Shall I sacrifice money and success too?

Judging by your reaction...

I'm on the threshold of a successful career

All right. How much?

You want my book destroyed?

Tell me why

It would be a weapon in the hands of our enemies

Only that?

And because of this

Why have you avoided me?

You ask that when you didn't even

come to my wedding?

Look, Sandra...

A strange thing happened to me then

I went into convulsions...

like a romantic hero

As a child, did I...?

No one here remembers

I became frightened and ran

In all the years since we separated

I had scarcely given you a thought

A new life, the past shattered

I wanted to see, to know everything

to travel...

fall in love

I loved... many women...

so many they have no importance

This I realized the day you wrote of your coming marriage

It all came back to me then...

Our talks... our silences... my anguishes, anxieties...

Walks on the terraces, sleepless nights

How happy I was with you...

Even in childhood

before passion is known

Only you can understand me, help me

You know the fright of solitude...

of returning memory...

A sound... a voice... a colour

I sought to record all these

But the child has felt passion

Has grown up... has grown beyond innocence

I can't help you

Stay with me

a little longer

No, I can't

Gianni,

among mother's letters

I found one of your letters... a child's letter

You were only 8 or 9

Mother was off on one of her concert tours

You wrote...

"Dear mother

"I'm glad you arrived in Vienna

"Sandra and I have done our excercises

"I haven't been able to sail the little boat

"I've been too busy

in my garden"

When mother returned from Vienna

she brought presents

- Remember? - Yes

Yes

Andrew...

Andrew!

I've invited Mr. Gilardini and Dr. Fornari

for dinner tonight

Try to be pleasant

Your husband is right about Gilardini

Bury the hatchet

Sandra, please be nice to them

A relief to all

Those bulbs needed changing, now it's easier to see

Sandra...

Something to drink?

This is better than neon. The curse of neon!

Is it used much in America?

In offices, bars

In better places, candles are the rage

I understand

Did you know that light has certain clinical effects?

Red, for instance, is an aphrodisiac

No, I never heard that

Good evening, Sandra

I'm sorry I can't stay, I'm on hospital duty tonight

You must eat first

Insist, Sandra

You can't say no to Sandra

Yes, I must - even to her

I simply can't stay

No matter

Good evening. How are you?

Good evening

Darling, what's wrong?

Nothing

It's my fault

She's cross with me

Thinks I'm a lousy writer

Shouldn't have shown her my book

It's not bad, really

And I'm happy tonight, for I've found

the title

"Vaghe Stelle Dell'Orsa"

By Leopardi. Know it?

No

Of course. Perfect!

"Beautiful Stars of Ursa Major"

"Did I return only to lose myself in you...

"shining high o'er our garden...

"To whisper to you from the windows...

"of my childhood...

"where all happiness ended"

- Mr. Gilardini is here - Show him in

Good evening

- Good evening, Mr. Gilardini - Good evening, Mr. Dawdson

I swore I'd never enter this house again, Sandra

You see, I'm frank with you

You husband has been so understanding, so generous

He insisted so that...

Well, here I am. Can't we let bygones be bygones?

- Hi, Gianni - Hi

Would you like a drink?

Yes, please

I'm sorry, Sandra, I'm late and must run

You're so funny, Pietro, you never change

Not at all

She defends you as always

Sandra, I invited the doctor here

after a talk with... Mr...

- Gilardini - Yes, excuse me, Mr. Gilardini

- Water? - Yes, please

Mr. Gilardini will not oppose your mother's return to the clinic

I talked to Pietro about that

We all know his opinion

You think I turned him into

Excuse me, Mr. Gilardini,

let me speak for myself

I've told you I think the clinic preferable...

even though the villa has comforts...

not available at the clinic. Sandra,

I propose some special therapy for that sick woman

A new method of treating your mother

Mr. Gilardini consented to this approach

after visiting her this morning

Yes

Your mother has been insisting all day

on attending the dedication tomorrow

She understands

Moreover...

She now seems to remember,

when before she was completely blank

- Right, Doctor? - Yes

You're not bringing mother to the ceremony?!

I know you. To play it safe you'd

stuff her with sedatives

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

Exactly what I said

Please, Sandra...

We're here to try to agree...

not to quarrel again

Agree! You heard her.

I know what's hatching...

in that hostile, merciless brain of hers

- Isn't that right, dear? - Yes

If anyone tries to help you

you draw back... become evasive, hard... aggressive!

Mr. Gilardini

What is this truth you want to expose?

I know all about the one you seek to conceal

Do you know what you're doing?

I'll tell you

Please...

You're accusing your mother and me of a horrible crime...

to maintain your innocence...

to hide the filth we've tried to cover

like cats purring over their own excrement

To hell with you and your rottenness!

Mr. Gilardini... please. Please, wait

Wait! You can't leave like this

I've got to know!

Yes, yes, speak! Speak right out!

Think I care!

I've no one

Not even you

Yes, he too

How can HE help you?

Have you told him how many times I've gotten you out of trouble?

I can prove it

I could put your knight-errant behind bars

Maybe I will

He with his treats of suicide, boasts of hereditary taint,

incestuous love!

Is it a joke?

What do you want?

Look at me!

Answer him!

Talk!

I've nothing to say

Answer him! You dirty swine!

No! Don't!

Enough

Enough! Leave me alone! Please!

Please! Oh, please don't hurt him!

No, no, no! Let him alone!

Let him alone. Let him alone!

Let him alone

Don't you believe me?

Trust me? Have you no faith?

I had faith in the woman I married

I want to go on believing

I'm ashamed

These shadows. This shifting of ashes of a dead past, these doubts...

You don't mean you...?

I'm sorry, I have nothing more to say

Ah, but I have

When Gianni and I went separate ways

I felt deserted, alone in a hostile world...

I was desperate

Yes, when he wrote

begging me to rejoin him, I refused

Why

Because of lies, because gossip and slander...

had cast a shadow over our relationship

We had nothing to reproach ourselves for

We would've been proud to have the world know...

the true nature of our bond...

A passionate loyalty... to father's memory...

to our race

Sandra...

For you, as well as me, this past must be blotted out, nonexistent

We must leave together. Now!

No

How can we go on together after this?

We've nothing to say to each other

My poor dear

No...

You don't dare say what you think

And I'm tired of repeating again and again

I quite understand, you know

You so want to believe

Yet those doubts. "They say at Volterra... "

No, we cannot go on Andrew. No

You must go, and I shall remain here...

forgetting nothing

I'll do my penance

I don't know how to forget

And I don't ask forgiveness, for I forgive no one

Sandra

Andrew's gone

A fine exit

See? He's not at your side when you need him

The star exits...

the play is ended

Poor Sandra. What now?

Will you go running after him with a leash?

Listen to me

We stay here together

Those intervening years, they didn't exist

Anyway, stay a few days

then decide

- Aren't you ashamed? - Why?

Because I have guts to say what you only think?

I speak the truth! You know it

Then face it

You disgust me!

You know I'm right. You don't believe yourself

You're like the one who becomes a nun not out of faith, but unrequited love

Sick with desire

they mortify their flesh for pleasure...

and turn on those who won't share their guilt

You were wretched, alone

In order to identify with me...

you went to the concentration camps, relived father's calvary...

hid your love for me under the mask of self-sacrifice...

persecuted a poor, sick woman...

let your husband go

I may be cynical, corrupt...

but I'm capable of the grand gesture

I've burned my book for you, Sandra

You're lovely, so lovely

We must be as we were before

Help me! Stay with me!

Don't leave me! Don't go!

You can't leave me again

I beg you! I burned my book

I did. If you go, I'll kill myself

I'll kill myself!

This time I mean it, not like before

If you go I'm done for, finished

Look

I've prepared everything, right here

Here, you see? You don't believe me? You'll see!

You'll see!

To me you're already dead, Gianni

"Dear Sandal,

"I leave for Rome, then New York

"Need I say that my waiting period begins?

"I ask nothing. I know you need to be alone

"For me, the past is but a time for choosing the future

"May the choice you make bring you to me

"Soon, darling - Andrew"

"Sandra -

"I'm alone, wretched

Waiting, waiting for you

"Can't you overcome your revulsion?

"I am at the bottom of the pit

"In the blackest hell one can imagine

"I'm frightened, so frightened

"Don't abandon me! - Gianni"

I'm frightened. So frightened

I don't want to die

Help! Help me, I don't want to die

Help

Help...

Help, help

Help, I don't want...

I don't want to die. I don't want to die

Sandra...

I remember so well that April evening in 1942

"My hope is yours, Andrew

"You've put me to the test. I've not betrayed your trust

"We'll be together soon

"Free from phantoms and remorse

"Love, Sandra"

I think we can begin the ceremony

Excuse me

Place it here

Ladies and gentlemen

This is the first official tribute to our town's great scientist

Good day

Forsca, tell Gianni I've gone ahead to the ceremony. It's late

Very well

Signorino. Signorino Gianni...

Sir...

...for his achievements, his genius

It is not difficult to recall the image of Emanuele Wald Luzzati

Doctor! Doctor!

Signorino Gianni - he's not in his room!

Have you looked everywhere? The bath...?

Only his bedroom

Let's have a look

No, he's not here

Look, that door's open!

No, Tosca

God bless the soul of Emanuele Wald Luzzati...

...at rest with those of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob

May the lord welcome him...

and may his soul awake on the

Day of Resurrection together with all the Righteous

For it is written in the Prophet Isaiah:

"Your dead shall rise, shall live again"

You who lie in the dust, awake and shout for joy!

The dew of light and earth shall again fall upon thy loved ones

and the earth will revive the spirits of the dead

Seek thy consolation in the Lord, O thou survivors

For Thy mercy and justice, we thank Thee, O Lord!

Let us say thank you and goodbye. Amen!

THE END